Dying Blind: Those who have lost loved ones to overdoses say shame is abundant, info scarce

Regina Sullivan’s phone kept ringing as she worked from home on June 23, 2020, but she didn’t look, because she was on the clock. Then the knocking on her door started.

She walked up the stairs just before 11 a.m. and looked outside to see officers from the Lincoln Police Department. Immediately, she had a sick feeling that she knew what they would say: Marvin Lee Sullivan, her son, had died.

“I was no good,” Regina said. She broke down in the doorway. Her daughter, who was sleeping upstairs, woke up to Regina’s screams and came out to finish the conversation with the police.

Her friends had b...