I was raised around drugs and began using them at a young age – 12 years old. I was smoking weed and taking pills every chance I got. Finally when I hit 15 I was associating myself with meth users.
They were my friends though (or so I thought). I was at my best friends party in April of 2009. All my friends told me their stories of getting high on meth and how great it was so of course I wanted to try it. After the party died down we snuck off and I did meth for the first time.
I always swore to myself that one time would be it but when I didn’t get any effects off of it, so I wanted to do it again. About a week later I was with the same people and paid to get us all high. I felt it that time and loved it. Still it wasn’t enough. they cut me off and told me that was it but I eventually found a way to get it on my own. I did it maybe once or twice a month for about 4 months then the more people I met that did it the easier it became to get it. Around January, 8 months after my first time using meth, I was using about every two weeks.
I got kicked out of my current place with my mom and moved in with my aunt which happened to be a dope house. I started using everyday. I not only was smoking but i also began banging (injecting) by April. My mom decided to put a stop to it and made me move in with my dad. I got a car and was in alternative school going from 2-5 so my day was pretty much clear.
Moving in with my dad didn’t stop my habit. Having a car actually made it worse. I had a curfew at 10 on weekdays and 11 on weekend. I took off Friday night and got so out there on meth I refused to come home the following Sunday. After being up for 3 days injecting meth I came home on that Monday. I was welcomed home with a drug test. It was positive for meth and marijuana.
My dad took my car and put me on lock down. I have been sober for 6 days now and it’s honestly the hardest thing I have ever been through. I turn 17 in two days and I have been using meth for a full year now. I have random drug tests to keep me clean but I still feel the urge. I dream about using and can sometimes even smell it. I finally decided that meth is a dead end road. I mess with my fate every time I use. I’m officially getting clean.
This is a short part of my journey and the hard part has yet to come. Keep me in your prayers.
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