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Age: 27
Gender: female

I first tried meth in plaid speed form in 2002. It was a casual line every now and then. By the end of that year, I was jobless, planning my hour to hour daily by when my next geek would be, and smoking an 8ball a day of ice. I spent the next 3 years of my life almost, every single day high on meth. I did get a job back, but spent every dime I had on my habit and my boyfriend through all of this' habit. My skin was scarred from nights of endless picking in front of a mirror. My back molars had started to break and crumble, and one had even been removed. I had lost almost 30 pounds from not eating. My overall appearance was frightening looking back on the pictures. My relationship with my boyfriend at the time was only a dope relationship. There was no love there. Our daily lives were based around dope. I drove my vehicle with no tag or insurance, because I had used the money to buy us drugs. I transported drug dealers from hotel to hotel, house to house, to "earn" my dope when I didn't have the money. I went to family functions high as I could be. I even spent my grandfather's funeral on meth. I spent nights holed up in people's basements who had security cameras wired up around their house for no reason, but because of the paranoia that meth creates. I put myself in severe danger every day. I stayed up 12 nights in a row, and though my life was ending, when all my body wanted to do was go to sleep. I stole from my parents, and pretty much anyone else I could get away with it. Finally, when I started realizing that my boyfriend, the one who had originally started using with, was the one with the bigger problem than me, and I was merely using because of him, I decided to try and quit. It lasted about 5 minutes. He didnt appreciate me shutting of the funds to him though. He started showing up at my house, leaving me threatening voicemails, stalking me. I soon after this started learned I was pregnant with his child. That day I took the test, I put an end to all of it, three years after I snorted my first line.

I walked away from him, our so called "friends", the meth, and everything that came along with it. I have never looked back. I put it down that day, and have promised myself I would never put myself through that again. I cut all ties permanently with all of the people we knew, and started my life from scratch basically. I am now married with two children, and living an amazing life. If ever any reminder of the days before comes my way, I immediately turn my cheek. I will never do that to myself or anyone I love every again. I look back now at pictures of myself, at my bank account transactions, at my life, and can only shake my head. I let something so stupid control every aspect of my life for three years. I want others to know that you can stop. That there is hope to get your life back. That no matter what has happened to you in your life, there are better things to help you get through that pain than to turn to meth.

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