My first time was a start of a new addiction. Like you hear all the time I said, "I’m only going to try Meth once." I loved it until I started stealing to get to Meth. I ended up giving up everything for it. I still have scars on my arm from thinking bugs were inside my body. I was sent to jail twice for being caught with Meth. Meth controlled my life, but I thought I was in control. I hit rock bottom - I left my parents at 15 and ran away. At 18 my daily routine was to wake up and get high. At 20 I was depressed and wanted to commit suicide. But I didn’t; I got help. There are so many excuses you can make up on why you do Meth, but there isn’t one. It wasn't hard to start but it was to stop.