Growing up, my mother was a opioid/heroin addict. My dad had divorced her, but she had joint custody and my brother and I would go visit on the weekend. There was one night where she was going to drive us to get fast food. I was 8 years old at the time. She had taken pills right before the drive and nodded off on a busy, fast moving main road. We crossed over the yellow lines and I unbuckled my seatbelt to try to get her to wake up as a tractor trailer was coming at us. We veered off the road and hit a telephone pole, missing that truck by like two seconds