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I've been surrounded by meth for nearly 10 years.. I'm 19. My dad has been using meth since I can remember. I watched it change him into a completely different person and I absolutely hated it. I couldn't understand how someone would let a drug control every aspect of their life. I swore against it.
I NEVER dreamed of touching meth, much less becoming addicted to it..... I knew what it did to people. I knew what "tweaking" was. I knew that after staying up for 3 days on a roll, you could sleep through a F5 tornado and sleep for days on end. I knew it made you look disgusting... I knew. What I didn't know was the power it possessed or that trying it once was enough to get hooked.. I was 18 when I did it for the 1st time with my brother-in-law. Something in my brain decided that night, that it was suddenly acceptable. And I loved it. It was the best I had ever felt in my entire life. At the time, my dad & I lived with my uncle. He didn't agree with mine or my dad's lifestyles to say the least and Thanksgiving 2012 consisted of getting the contents of my bedroom out of the front yard.... basically, he threw us out. So only a couple weeks after trying meth, I was moving in with my cousin... the biggest 'head' in the family. Wasn't long until I met his dealer, (who I started seeing), and was getting high every day. I would find my dad's stash and help myself on a regular basis. I got in good with the dealers & the cooks and always made sure I had a steady flow or at least one person as an outlet. And here it is almost a year later. I'll be 20 in December, and I'm still surrounded by meth. Partly by choice, mostly because I can't escape it...