I would catch the bus from school or my house, to downtown and spend time in a 1 room apartment at the Backpackers Inn, smoking meth with a girl i met. I would spend alot of time away from home, then come home on a sunday morning and sleep until monday.
My life at home was a mess, i would constantly fight with my parents. It almost came to physical violence on a few occasions. Some nights when i went out, i would get paged by my parents, and when i called them back it would be my father, crying on the phone, begging me to come home because he's so worried about whats happening to me.
This went on for most of a year. And i kept getting worse and worse, I'd steal from my family. Any money left around the house i would take, anything i could find in the house that i could trade for meth i would take. I weighed about 110 lbs at the time. Just unbelievably skinny.
Occasionally i would actually go to school, but i'd be high. It was a sunday night, when my parents came looking for me downtown. My parents had found a list of phone numbers in my room and began calling them at random, and finally got ahold of the girl i had been spending time with in her apartment, who told my parents exactly what i had been into, and told them where to find me.
My mom picked me up from downtown, and drove me home. The next week i was checked into the Dallas Society, where i was helped with treating my addiction. It took alot of willpower, and basically shutting off all contact with anyone i thought of as a friend in the downtown area. Its been about 4 or 5 years since this all happened, and its completely behind me.
I was actually able to talk to my friends from highschool about it, and found out that a few of them had taken the same steps i had to fight their addiction. When i first quit my body had very painful problems in my digestive system, it hurt to eat. I still see one side effect from the drug, my short term memory is terrible.
Since ive been clean, ive been able to hold a steady job, and im starting my apprenticeship in the automotive field. So that's my story, I sure hope it can help. Oh yeah, I'm 21 now, and i was around 16 at the time i starting using.
