FHRI started when a few friends, my fiancé and I sat at a table at All Saints Cafe in Tallahassee, FL angry and grieving because our friends were all dying from overdose. I happened to have a friend who felt the same and was a few steps ahead of us after gaining access to the intramuscular injection form of naloxone (Narcan is a name brand) and was just giving it out. Easy peasy. So, he sent us a bunch and we did just that. Then over time needs grew as the community learned we existed so we expanded to providing other supplies and doing overdose prevention, recognition, and response trainings.

Eight years later, I'm the only one left. I lost my fiancé in March 2024. I keep fighting for everyone who deserves to live, whether they're sober or not. No judgment, no pressure—just supplies, training, and love.

To Joey, Ross, my dear Craig, and everyone else lost to overdose.