Im a 21 year old male. I started using meth at 17. Good family, good morals, lots of love ofcourse. National athlete, talented pianist etc etc etc....
I use everyday heavily. I see a cousiler, I went for treatment, I relapsed, I'm waiting for the next treatment center to take me in. I hate living with meth, its tormenting trying to live my life while knowing i have no control over my addiction.
All i want is to not depend on meth to get through the day, i don't remotely know or remember what it might feel like to live without it.
I think im doin the right thing but i know that meth takes you where it takes you, and i hope its no further than this far.
All in all i hope my breif story/feelings give someone something positive in their fight for hope.
