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I am 19 years old and last year I was dating and living with a 26 year old man who was addicted to meth. He was stealing our rent money for it and missing work to do it. We were a happy couple when we first got togeather but over time when he started to use, he changed. He started to be abusive towards me. Anything I did he would hit me for. Setting down my shoes to loud, being in the shower to long, not making the right thing he wanted for dinner that night, which he wouldn’t even eat anyways. I was 18 years old. I was still in high school trying to get my GED and go to college and he didn’t care about my life as long as he got his meth. I started to buy it for him because he wouldn’t hit me unless he was coming down, but the moment I ran out of money and he ran out of meth the abuse started again. At that point I started to use some out of his stash to numb the pain he caused me. I dropped from a 4.0 GPA to a 2.5. I would miss school and only want to do the drug. I knew my life was over if I kept up with the things I was doing. So I left him my last month of high school. I knew even though I loved him with my whole heart, he only cared about the meth and if he wasn’t there I wouldn’t need meth for the pain. I knew I couldn’t ever be happy with him and couldn’t ever be happy with myself if I was on meth.  So now have a restraining order against him, stopped using and am in college and doing great. He on the other hand is in and out of prison. Meth will never make you better. Meth will never make you happy in the long run. Meth will ruin you and everything you love. So I beg of you, don’t use. It’s not worth it.


I a man 26 years old and a recovering addict of meth by use of needle. In April of 2015 I was sold some meth that was mixed with bath salt and bleach and I shot it up with out knowing it was tampered with. Within ten minutes I was in the er and my body was shutting down fast. I was cold and felt like I had been hit by a car from the waist down. My heart rate was 120 and rising and my blood pressure was dropping I had a fever of 104.5 my body temp was so hot they couldn’t cover me up as I said I was freezing. They immediately did a spinal tap where I had spinal meningitis just like that. They drained four and a half pints of green fluid from my stomach and lungs. Also they did a blood transfusion and I blanked out I was put on life support for five days while on life support I had a heart attack and flat lined for over thirty minutes. I went thru about five surgeries and on the sixth day I woke up. It’s hard and I admit I want to get high still all the time. But my five children almost lost Gerry mother because I wanted to get high. I have a huge family and I have seen this and other drugs destroy my family to the utmost devastating state of no return. I stand to fight against meth because I don’t want my holster to have to suffer any more.
I truly believe that my sister kept me alive because she was the only one there with me the whole time and her prayers and love I felt from inside me.  Meth is the worst drug I believe to ty it will take over ur entire being and nothin will matter more to u ever u till u hit bottom or ur dead or in prison.


I am not a user but I have watched a neighbor family lose absolutely everything to meth. I miss that great little family that they used to be. Now, cars have been repossessed, jobs lost, poor choices have lead to numerous arrests and the house is in foreclosure. In the middle of this chaos and addiction are three beautiful children whose lives have been turned upside down.  For them, I feel nothing but profound sadness.  Nothing will ever be the same.