“The day I stopped using meth.
That day in 2007 was a day I never saw coming. Everything was the same as every other day. I was High as a kite, had been up for days, and I was out of my mind.
What I remember.
Sitting in my living room of my low-income housing apartment. I had just bought more drugs from my dealer spending the very little money I had left in pocket.
(There goes my rent money).
Something happened.
After loading the glass pipe with the shards of crystal meth, instead of taking the first hit, I passed to the person next to me. (Weird as I’d never give away my first hit)
In that moment.
I watched the pipe as it passed around the room, my “friends” taking hit after hit, and it was so weird but a voice I hadn’t heard before was speaking to me (in my head).
The voice was saying…