Speak Up

Growing up everyone around me did meth. My whole family did and still does meth. January 2013 I overdosed and was in the hospital. The doctors all said I should have died. I remeber every moment of being high. I was robbing people fighting people. I did anything I could to get meth. Then my cousin started giving it to me and I would have it for free if I drove him to his dealers house. We smoked it all day everyday. For a whole three weeks I was high. I didnt sleep, I didnt eat, I was up to no good. Then one day I wasnt feeling good. I was light headed, my hands were purple and my body was numb. I couldnt speak or write. I could barley stand up. Thats when they rushed me to the hospital. I had ivys in my arm I was on oxygen. My sister came in and they told her what happened and she yelled at me then left. After I was out of the hospital I decided never to do it again and now I have been 17 months sober