I told someone I was talking to that my brother was a heroin addict. he told me while I was drunk that he used to be a heroin addict (weeks after I initially told him about my brother). I spiraled and had a panic attack because I was going through flashbacks. I apologized for my reaction after and that I couldn't maturely acknowledge his hardships since I was still learning and dealing with my trauma. Keep in mind, my brother was a heroin addict during my childhood. I didn't have a childhood due to it.

​

He told me there was a higher chance I would do it than him going back. I'm so fucked up over it. I can't stop thinking about it. How dare he tell me that I would try it after everything I went through. I told him every detail of what I saw and experienced for years. I was 14-17 years old. I had no one. I had no family. I only knew screaming, fighting, needles, nodding out, death, possible overdoses, I can't even explain it. I can't stop thinking about it. I would never try it. He told me I didn't need to bring all my trauma up to him. I don't know what to do.