Presley Gerber thought he still had time.
He fought, relapsed, tried again.
He opened his veins to the world, talking about depression, addiction, and the terrifying treatment he hoped would save him. His family called him a warrior. Now those words read like a eulogy written too soon, and one chilling line from his last post has peo… Continues…
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