Speak Up

I'll never forget my first dance with meth. I was dating a boy who was deeply addicted, and I decided to try it. I describe the high to others as "feeling like superman". I felt untouchable, like nothing could hurt me. I lost any and all reservation about getting hurt or being afraid. I ran through busy streets with my boyfriend and committed my first crime. All because of a drug I now refer to as "the monster". Coming down off my high was the worst I had ever felt-in my life. I lost all hope or reason to live and something in the back of my head was telling me that the only way to get rid of my depression was to tweak again. So I did. That's how the cycle starts. You don't necessarily need the high again. You just want the low to go away. Thankfully, when my boyfriend and I broke up, my friends kept me away from the drug, no matter how hard I tried to get my hands on some crystal. It's been a year and a half since I touched the monster, and I still get itches like you wouldnt believe. I'll remember the smell or see smoke. A small plastic bag (like what the ice comes in) will trigger my cravings instantly. I'm lucky that I'm strong enough not to succumb to them. I always thought that all the hype about meth was an exaggeration by the media. But it's not. You can't possibly understand how it latches onto you until you try it. And it's an understanding that I hope nobody else has to have. One time is all it takes. Am I a homeless addict on the street? Or some druggie? No. But every single day I have to supress a craving for a drug that would easily ruin my life. It's the hardest thing I've ever struggled with, and I wouldn't wish that upon anyone else. It's simple. If you encounter the opportunity to meth? Don't just say no. Get out of the situation and never, ever come back to it. It's not worth it...I promise.