Speak Up

It really all started when I decided to move in with my mom in Arizona. I was 17 years old at this time, and I had no friends. I was doing online school, so I really didn't get to know anyone. Before I knew it was seven months before I had hung out with anyone. But that was all about to change, when I met someone who I thought was a friend. After constantly hanging out with her, I realized that she was into some really dangerous things; like hooking up with people she met online or doing drugs. After a couple weeks I had already been going to strangers homes and doing drugs, like GHB. One day we were walking down the street and this is when I met the person who changed my whole life and flipped it upside down. I thought he was so nice, sweet, and friendly, so I decided to hang out with him more. On this particular day we were sitting in a park, and he pulls out Meth. I already knew what it looked like and what it was because I had seen people smoking it before. I told myself I would never smoke it, but the next thing I knew, I was taking a hit. It was just, a huge downward spiral after that. I began smoking Meth everyday, probably about 5 to 7 times a day. I stopped listening to my mother, started staying out all the time, and I even began sleeping outside in a green belt. I smoked about $70 worth in less than a day. The weird thing about it though, was that it was as if Meth were brainwashing me. I always knew right from wrong, and for once in my life I didn't hear a conscious. in my head. I started stealing from my mom all kinds of things. Gold, money, anything that I could sell to get my next high. My mom even tried to lock me out of the house, but I stole copies of all the keys and left a window open so I could get inside. Before I knew it, I hadn't eaten in 4 weeks, I had lost 30 pounds, going from 160 to 130 in that short amount of time. I looked like a Zombie. literally. But after weeks of not seeing my mom, she decided to save my life. She called the police and tricked me into coming home. Next thing I know I was arrested and trapped in a holding cell in the jail. At that time I was so mad at my mom for putting me in that place. After sitting in a glass holding cell for 4 hours, I finally got processed at juvi, and went to my cell. I thought a lot in their. Even though I hadn't slept in weeks, I still laid there awake, thinking about my actions. I was sober at that point, and had started to think things through. What had I done to my mother and our relationship? I knew how crazy I was acting, and what meth was doing to me. After juvi, I got scared. I was sober, and I wanted to be that way. The next day I got on a plane and left to california. I haven't touched Meth since. And I am now so thankful that my mother wanted me to get help. I thank her every day for saving me.