Speak Up

I was part of a dancing team, pom pom squad and a straight A honor student. I started doing meth when I was 16 years old. I got hooked after one use and slowly my life fell apart. I burnt through my entire college fund in one year (over $10,000.00), constantly asked my parents for "money to go to the movies," and within the two years burnt through many jobs. I missed more school days than I went to which made my parents very unhappy, and the teachers stopped letting me make up some assignments. I got gingivitis. I lied all the time to everyone I came across. I got a lot of my friends to try meth some of which got hooked. I ended up with two misdemeanor charges (at separate times) leading to diversion and probation (tried as an adult, lame). I dug in my skin at a mole that I thought was a burrowed bug. I constantly held my jaw tightly shut and picked at the pimples on my face, and any bump on my arms or legs... I was covered in scabs. I got stitches from aggravatingly breaking a window with my hand. I was a mess! I became psychotic about anything and everything. To break the cycle after two years of use I was fortunate enough to move across the country for college and got clean (that wasn't easy). After getting clean I went from super skinny to over weight which I still am. I still think about meth and how much fun it was, however I know that road is NEVER worth taking. Unfortunately I learned the hard way that everything they say about meth is not a lie.