Teen Stories of Meth Abuse and Struggles

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  Been There, Done That - It's Not Worth It

  I started doing crystal meth when I was 15 years old. I moved to Vegas with my dad and step mom after messing up a little bit in Colorado. So there I was in Vegas starting a new life at a new school with new friends. When a kid in my computer class offered me meth which he said was just like cocaine. Believe me it's not. So I started out slow and then I got pretty heavy into it. My weight was up and down ranging from 95 pounds to 110. It was disgusting. Finally my Dad caught me and I still continued to do it. Well when I was 16 still doing it but convincing my parents I wasn't. I got caught again during the summer and I was scared so I ran away on a week day night. Just walked out the front door with on luggage bag in my hand, no money and no one to care about what really happens to me.

  By now I was staying up for 5-6 days at a time doing lines after lines. I was so tweeked out I didn't know what was real and what wasn't. I ran away with my boyfriend whom by the way was 27 and gave me free drugs all the time. I really started to love him. Until he began to hit me every once in a while. I thought he'd grow out of it. Until after a year of little hits or punches to the faces on my 17th birthday he never came home. I waited for him all day in our little apartment. I cleaned it all the time we had lines laid out on the coffee table all the time. Finally I fell asleep that night because I was so tweeked out and all I could think was that the cops were after me. He came home at like 3:30 am after making deals and just full on throttle kicked me in my ribs. He broke two of them on my left side. Punched me in the eye busted my lip and chocked me out against the wall because he thought I'd ratted him out to the police because he was just as paranoid as I was all the time. I couldn't breathe. I hadn't slept in so long so it took a while for me to process what was going on. It was the worst night of my life and I will never forget the look on his face. The anger and rage he had towards me for nothing.

  That's when I realized I needed to finally sober up and see my parents for the first time in two years after them not knowing where I was at all. No contact no nothing. I hid from them well. I took a bus ride out to Colorado 2 days after my beating and told tommy I'd be back. But I never returned there and after 5 months of being sober I'm finally in a safe place. I have a job and all it took was for me to convince myself I don't need it to get by. Please stop using while you can now. Get out of it. It's not worth it. To lose everything you have for a few hours of feeling high. I was at my lowest of 85 pounds returning to Colorado and I am now 110 and healthier than ever. Don't ever think you can control it. It's all mind over matter so if you feel you're addicted just tell yourself you don't need it. Listen to those who really care about you not the ones who are doing drugs with you because it's not them talking it's the drugs. Think about it and don't be stupid. It's never too late to stop. Just listen. Take from someone who's been through a lot of shit. Seen a lot of shit and got the shit beaten out of them for what?
  
  Nicole, Littleton, Colorado, USA

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  Posted on March 18th, 2011

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