18 years ago, when I was just 15, my family and I suffered the loss of my 24 year old Uncle after he took a fatal dose of herion. He wasn't the first in our family to die as a result of herion addiction, and nor was he the last, but he was certainly the most shocking. Like you, we had to journey through the different stages of grief - not least of which was anger. We were angry at him that he threw away his life; angry at each other that none of us had been able to intervene and stop him; angry at the dealer; angry at the government for not providing him with enough chances in life; and angry at the world for making us feel as though somehow all this was either our fault as a family, or his as just another bloody junkie. I think it is all too easy to blame the victim in this kind of situation, but in the 18 years since his death I have come to realise that the reasons people take heroin are complex. Its easy to sit back and judge - but in my experience, most of the junkies I've met and known got into it through a sense of sheer desperation: desperation to escape their lives; desperation to numb their pain; desperation to just not have to be themselves for a while. I don't know what it was that made this young man so desperate that he thought heroin was the answer, but I know that all the anger in the world is never going to bring him back - and nor is it going to provide solace to those who are left behind. I can understand the frustration and anger that you are feeling, having to deal with such an awful situation - and lord knows, I don't think I could do your job. But blaming the victim is never the answer.