I was fifteen years old when I started smoking Marajuana, I did it because I thought it would make people like me. I introduced to ICE when I was eighteen years old. I didn't want to use it because I was scared. My husband pressured me into trying it. I remember him asking me how it made me feel right after the first time, and my reply being "I feel like super-man and able to do anything." For four years I was a slave to meth. I allowed it to take over my entire life and I convinced myself that it was the only way I was like other people. Slowly this monster took everything from me. First I lost my children, then my home, and later my husband committed suicide while under the influence of meth. The crazy part is that believe it or not after all that I still couldn't face the reality that Meth had done this to my life. I continued to get high and instead of forgetting my problems like I had before, the problems were becoming more and more clear. If I didn't face the truth about my problem I was going to end up in the exact place I didn't want to be: dead. I know now that I always had a choice whether or not to use and each choice had its own outcome. I tried the other way, and I am lucky it didn't kill me. Now I am on my way down the right way. I have been clean for six months, have my kids back, work, and I can honestly say I respect myself for the choices I make today. I like the woman I have become and I know that no matter how tough it gets, Meth is not my answer. To me it is the midnight monster that consumes everything in its path.
The Midnight Monster
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