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This is a story that there is hope.
My name is Jordan. I currently live in California but I am from Washington state (USA). I started smoking meth when i was 18 years old. I had been using marijuana and alcohol for many years before hand. My buddy told me that I was about to try smoking coke. I did it and it was probably the best thing ever for me and my life at that time. I thought that was it, and it was an instant problem. I instantly wanted more, I instantly needed it, I instantly did everything I had to do to have more. Meth ruined my life after highschool. I tried college but I ended up just not going. Weeks at a time I was willing to stay awake. Being awake made me feel like I had all the time in the world. I stole from my family, anything I could get my hands on that I thought wouldn't be noticed if it went missing. I stole from friends, stores, strangers and other places. I can recall the insanity of being in the garage with the camera outside streaming on the tv so we could see anybody who came up the street. I remember sitting there and having weapons at hand just because we thought somebody was coming to jack us or kill us. I remember the police in the trees behind the house with lazer scopes searching for us, or the helicopter hovering over the house that didn't exist. It had me in its grasp, and I was unable to stop it. I ended up having the ultimatum from my family and I went to treatment. I did not want to be sober. I went and I left successfully and moved into a sober living. I didn't change the people I was hanging out with, I just tried to stay away. I am not sure why, because I didn't want to stay away. Eventually I decided to do it for one night, and that night lasted for over 100 hours. It was a very long night. I ended up going downhill. I lived in my car because I had nowhere to go, no home, no friends couch to sleep on. I drove the dopeman around because he gave me some free dope. It got to the point that I did need help and I knew it.
I sat down with my mom and told her I was having the problem again. One of the hardest things I have ever had to do my entire life. My mother told me she would find me help. I ended up being arrested a week after that and spent 60 days in jail. Not long, but enough that I did not want to go back. I got into treatment again, and spent a long 5 months inside the facility. I exited the facility and continued to keep my group of sober friends. I kept the people around me who uplifted and helped me.
I now have a year sober, and I am happy. I am unable to smoke marijuana and I am unable to drink, because normally that is how I fall right back into the hole I have dug myself into many times before. and I know that I am able to have what I have nowt is because of the people I have there to help me.
There is always help when its asked for. There are always people who care when you think that they don't. If you struggle with meth addiction, it is always possible to overcome and to live a better life.
My name is Jordan, and I am a recovering meth addict.