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I Gave Up My Soul

I gave up my soul when I became addicted to meth. It started out in high school and everything seemed cool. Eventually, I ended up so hooked that I could not go to work, let alone talk to anyone without being high. I thought I was able to play off being sober and maybe to some I did, but the damage was done and I was a hardcore addict. At my worst I was at an 8-ball a day. I ended up as a male prostitute to supplement my income just so I could afford meth. I wound up HIV positive and eventually after several years of using I began to hallucinate, hear voices, and I saw things that were not real. So I stopped meth, got into treatment and got clean. The voices, however did not stop. I am still on anti-psychotic medication today so I never have to hear the voices again. I have to take three medications daily just to be "normal."

If you never use meth, you will never be in my shoes. Never try it. It takes half a lifetime to get some semblance of normalcy back.

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