Bouncing Off the Walls: Addiction 3 Methamphetamine

Have you ever just did things you didn't want because you felt like you had to in order to fit in? I am sure almost everyone will say yes to this. But what if that something ultimately can alter who you are, not knowing for better or for worse would you still do it?
When I was 19 and trying hard to get udder control of my ridiculous selfish life, I left my parents house for the 2nd time to live with my sister, which never lasted very long, so one of my sister's old high school friends turned bitter enemy asked me to move in with her. I don't know why, but I agreed to it. I had to get a good job and pay my dad back for all the lawyer fees he forked over to keep my loser butt out of jail. I found a good paying honest job at a local factory. It was hard work, but again it was honest. I stayed with this girl and helped her with her kids and we just lived our lives. Then came the day we were going to a party and I met the man who is now my ex husband.  He was different that'll the guys I generally met around town. He was new in town and was very kind. I felt different with him, like I wanted to be better.  I thought the world of him and he introduced me into the shameful world of Methamphetamines. I unfortunately was still an idiot girl who was easily possessed so I gobbled up the stuff as fast as he could give it to me. Pretty sad right? As time passed, we lived together and moved away from that town. We both had good jobs and life was completely flipped for me. I was actually making it! Then I got pregnant and lost my job. We ended up moving in with his uncle, the meth cook himself who would get name in front of me, turn on porn and ask me to "be with him." Lid in that house was disgusting and I felt like we were reversing everything I had tried so hard to avoid. The police started harassing us daily. They knew what was going on in that house. So I said, its this life or your family to my ex and we left. I being pregnant and having withdrawals was a horrible sight. I would scream at people, hit people, throw and break things. I had to be medicated and slept a good week straight until I started feeling better and we took off and moved to Missouri. With the birth of my son and our marriage,  both of us having good jobs again, things starting looking up and soon after we were being transferred to Tulsa, OK for work. But that isn't where this addiction ends. Not by far. Running away never solves problems and it felt like we ran for all about 7 years before I had my break I point.
The point of all of this is, I know there is temptation out there. I know some of you do drugs because you think if you don't they wont be your friends, or you blame it on your life and situation. I blame both. Be for you start think about where you want to be in 5 years. Unless you want to be in jail or sick, meth isn't going to resolve that.
If you are already addicted, look for those who can help you. Family isn't always the best bet. Ask a minister,  talk to a councillor.  It is time for you to look ahead on the road to tomorrow.