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Age: 24
Gender: female

When I started using Meth I was 14 years old. I had a few friends let me try it with them and from that point on I was hooked. I loved the feeling meth did for me. It was something I could not experience anywhere else. But as the years traveled. I did nothing with myself. I dropped out of high school probably 6 different times. I did continue on to graduate. But I was still using. When I was 18 I came into and inheritance it was a nice amount of money. I did buy a car but the rest was gone within a couple months due to my habit. I also went to jail when I was 18, for disorderly conduct for consuming a Methamphetamine. It was not fun. I had what people call "The Crash" inside a very small concrete room. I had so much anger that I was beating on the walls and the doors and screaming at the sheriff�s deputy's. It wasn't their fault that I was in there. It was my own. Shortly after I was released from jail. I entered to my home to find it looking like a tornado had come in and ripped all my belongings to pieces. What in all reality happened was that my cousin heard and come to search my house and get what was in the house out. I remember having some severe hallucinations. Also staying up for days at a time. The longest I stayed up for was 17 days. I have now looked back at pictures from me in those 7 years and though wow I really looked like I was dying. I eventually landed a good job. Got clean for about 2 months and was doing really good for myself. Until one day I had a craving for it and I reverted back to my old habits. I lost my job, lost my apartment, lost my boyfriend, lost friends, and I pretty much lost everything. I had no one and nowhere to go. I had a boyfriend that literally came to the point he was about to beat me up. I had my car stolen, broken into. I had been punched in the face by a male that was a raging meth user. I ended up finding out that I was pregnant at the age 21. June 11, 2007 was the last day I ever touched meth or was even around it. Later on my teeth started breaking ! and losing them. My story does end happy though, I am married to the most wonderful man with the best 2 year old daughter any one could ask for. I just want people to hear me speak from my experiences and hope that they never even try it once. That is all it takes is once time.

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