Everyone has heard about the awfull things that meth and other drugs are doing to people and alot of people even witness the affects drugs have on the addicts who consume them. But very few people want to do or say something about it. They chose to see and ignore what is going on instead of takeing action. They may say to themselves that there is nothing that will make it stop or go away and in their eyes justify their choice to remain quiet and idle. However, I think that if everyone would have the courage to face this haed on, we might be able to save another person from the slow death that is the outcome for so many addicts. When I was active in my addiction, I wondered the streets at all hours of the day and even the night. I wasent scared to go into public places like wal mart or even the neighborhood stores where everyone knew me since I was a kid. I guess deep down I wanted someone to do more than to look at me knowingly and say nothing. But no one ever did. They all knew what I was doing to myself and the pain was always there but Noone cared enough to ever tell me to stop killing myself. I am not feeling sorry for myself only trying to get my point across. If you know that someone you know is on drugs or even someone you just met, dont think about whether or not they will be angry, just tell them you know what they are doing and that they need help. Tell them you care and they are not alone. That whatever they have done in the past is not important but what they do today is. Take action to stop the drugs that are takeing over the lives of so many loved ones, and freinds. Speak Up.
Misty: June 2008 Archives
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.
