Speak Up

Hi my name is Evan and I am 20 years old. I live in Winnipeg, Canada. I was homeless at the time because I was an alcoholic and an addict. I remember drinking for a while then I got bored of it. Around Christmas time the bar closed down and my friend was hanging outside to buy some meth. He was talking about it and I was curious. In my head I was thinking "just once" I won't do it again I promised myself. So we had waited for the guy to come then we went off into an alley. I had my first bowl, and I was hooked. I felt as if I were walking on sunshine. I denied to myself I'm not addicted I can stop. I must of spent a couple hundred that night and haven't slept for days. This had continued for at least 3 months. When I was coming down I remember looking into the mirror, red lips, dirty and rotten teeth. I ended up selling my body to older men for my next hit. Once I realized what I was doing I quit meth. It's been 11 months of me not touching meth. Almost a year! I remember the first week of sobriety was hard but I did it.