Speak Up

For 2 years I have been totally in love with my current ex-boyfriend. He is a type 1 diabetic and does not take care of himself. In early June he began abusing meth. Since that day I have been unable to help or aid him in anyway. His anger has blown houses down and torn up lives. I look in his face and see someone I've never met, someone I fear. His paranoia, anxiety, and mental health has gone down the drain completely. He is handed money and is fully supported by his mom and grandma and they are unaware that all they are doing is enabling him. The meth has taken the person I was once so in love with. I have watched my future plans fall apart because the person I dreamed of being with has become my worst enemy. When I look at his pale face and into his blank eyes I see nothing but emptiness and sorrow. My heart aches knowing he has only one fate while abusing meth. Most people end up in jail or prison. But I know he will eventually die from his excessive use of meth. I am desperate to find a rehab that he will go to. Meth has destroyed my life and I have never touched it. The dope game has threatened mine and my loved ones lives. Everyday I live in fear that I will soon be attending my best friend, love of my life, and biggest worries funeral. I pray that either he will find God or that God will find him. As of now, I refuse to bury him. I have no idea what I'll have to do or where I'll have to go but I am determined to find someone or something that can help him and bring MY boyfriend back. I will not let meth win, and I will do whatever it takes to get him sober.