Speak Up

Everything in life happens for a reason!! At 18 years old i was forced to become homeless and soon after that pressured into trying meth. Why i did it i dont really know, but i'm here now and i am clean finally!!! I was sitting behind a savers store and i heard my "friends" talking as they came around the corner and Ty said "man he has an addictive personality and if we let him keep using he'll find the money and buy off of us man" i had already been up for three days i was halucinating a bit and was hooked. It was kind of like being a baby once they fed me i kept on wanting more. I felt like utter crap, and could hardly see anything.

A week later after i had sole my collection of books, jewelry, and cd's I had no money left and my "friends" took me to this place called Mill avenue they took me over the railroad tracks and beat me i had two broken ribs and a frectured arm i felt as if i couldn't move. I still had the drugs on me tho and that was all that mattered to me i didn't care that the people that i thought were my friends just left me for dead or that i could barely walk i just found a dark placeand used and used and used. I was up for seven more days and then this guy "Lucky" told me that i could crash out at his place, and so i did i slept for three days. I told him i'd give him my last $120 to stay there and made sure that he'd provide me with my drugs that lasted a month and then I was stealing from him. I woke up with a gun pointed in my face and he told me that if i didn't get him his money back and his drugs he'd blow my brains to all ends of the earth. So i started doing things to make money things that i hate to recall now. I sold myself and made a ton of money doing it i sold myself to men and women i didn't care. Lucky told me that as long as i continued making his money we wouldn't ahve any more problems. Well I did several times i had been brutally beaten and raped by his customers and i was hooked on meth I'd been on it for three months and it had consumed my life. I had lost 115 pounds and had no chance at defending myself i would talk to myself all of the time. I couldn't stop.

6 Months later several people that i had met while being on the streets "kidnapped" me from the hell that i was in and took me to a safe house and forced me to get clean. I was there for 4 months and then i left. I've relapsed 27 times and and currently clean and havebeen for two months almost the longest that i have been clean and i will keep going because METH RUINED MY LIFE