Wow......I'm two years clean yesterday.....clean from a horror known as methanphetamine. Yeah and i'm definitely proud of myself because it's such a battle. People don't know what i have to deal with daily and weekly. For those of you who don't know me as well, here's the deal: I used to be a meth junkie. I just smoked the stuff and snorted it all the time (never ever got the nerve to shoot it up, thank god), but I was REALLY BAD on this stuff. I originally started doing it for work purposes to stay alert (and this was when I was 11 years old). after that job was over, I stopped for a bit then went back on it. I slowly became more and more and more addicted and soon....I was spending all of my money on it. I stole for it. That shit had me on a fucking leash! I would do whatever for it (almost whatever hahaha). For the uneducated, meth eats away your muscles and fat. I shrank down a lot. I used to be very thick and chunky, and then meth solved that problem....and adding a new one: addiction. Ever hear of the term "Once an addict, always an addict"?.........it's true. I'm still addicted to this day and STILL get tempted, but I won't. It sucks having that addiction stay with you. It's like a itch you can't scratch. It's like a hunger that won't go away no matter how much you eat. I've cried because i've felt like shit and it sucks. Two years ago, I shrunk down to 86 pounds. I was living outside in San Diego and I looked.....HORRIBLE. I wanted to die. I layed in an alley wishing someone would shoot me or run me over. After feeling like that, I decided that was it. It was soooooo tough to do it and it still is. Now.....I'm 178 pounds, nice and healthy, eating right and being steady. I hope to keep this streak going until i'm dead in the ground. I'm not touching that shit anymore. Meth is a killer and a bitch. Thank my lucky stars it's over........
