I remember praying to God, the evening before my 34th birthday -- begging Him to either let the next fix be my last or to just have something happen, so that I would stop.
I woke up the next morning, shot my last 12 bags and then turned myself in to my son's father, who is a police officer. I spent a few years in jail, went to a halfway house and have been clean since.
Living With An AddictI have been keeping a journal since I was 13 years old and am now 39. I have hopes of publishing it when I turn 40 next year.
I currently live with a functioning meth addict and am having difficulty stepping away from the situation, knowing that it's the worse place for me to be. I had the courage and strength to stop myself after all those years, but can't seem to help the one I love.
It's Possible to Have a Normal LifeNo one can ever catch that "first high" and are kidding themselves and wasting money and valuable time thinking otherwise.
I would love to get involved in the prison system and visit to let inmates know that it is possible to quit and have a "normal" life after incarceration and drug abuse.