Speak Up

You never know how awful Meth really is until you know and care about someone who does it. The videos you see, the commercials, it isn't the same until you watch your own Fathers life ruined by it. My dad wasn't around much when I was little, he was always in prison and when he was out, he'd be gone for days and come back looking like he got beat up. I never understood why until I knew what he was doing. Bruised arms and a broken out face, weighing less than he did the last time I saw him. Meth took away my dad. You never see the pain in causes in the videos. To the persons family. My dad was my hero until I found out what he does. I'm 15 and to this day, I can't look at my dad the same. He always says he's gonna change but he hasn't. Rehab, prison, his ex wife dying, losing his kid, and he can't change for me. I'm the one and only real thing he's got. Everyone else has left him, and he can't look at his baby and see the hurt in her eyes and change. My dad lives a life of fear, guilt, shame, regret and sorrow. Something I would never wish on anyone. Of all things I could wish for, I'd wish for him to change.