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I would like to share a very short introduction. My name is Teresa,I'm a 35 year old wife and mother. I
have lived in North Georgia most all of my life. I'm a recovering meth addict and I have been clean for
almost 4 years. At the time I first started meth, I was a Girl Scout Cookie Mom, a wife, a homemaker, and
worked part-time in website development.
In the beginning I tried Crystal Meth for weight loss. I was extremely over-weight and was desperate to try
anything after many failed diets. I really wasn't into the drug scene. I drank some and tried marijuana as a
teen, but never got into drug use. At first using crystal-meth was fun, so I did it all the time and I was
losing the the weight fast! I was looking so great, slimmer than I was in High School! But before too long I
needed Meth to feel “normal” and needed it to function in my everyday life.
My addiction led me to leave my husband and 2 daughters, which a the time were only toddlers -3 and 5
years old. I have missed 12 months of their lives because of my past addiction to meth. Those bonds are
being mended everyday.
I became close with my drug dealer and moved to Miami Beach Florida with her, to live the fun, and big
life. I left all my friends and family behind, I didn’t need them anymore. Crystal Meth was all I needed. My
new found friend and drug dealer assured me, that in Miami, Meth flows like honey, and it’s not the crappy
stuff they make here in the mountains but it’s the “pure form” called “ICE”. My family was terrified for my
safety. They tried to help me, but did not know what to do, I was so far away. I never cared or thought
about how my actions affected them, especially my daughters that were so young and without a mother. I
only cared about how I felt and getting that next hit of Meth. I turned into a person that I never wanted to
be, a person I hated and despised.
Before too long I became so depressed, I didn’t want to live any longer. Most of my family had given up on
me because I wouldn’t return phone calls or come home to visit my daughters or family. (I hadn’t seen
them in 6 months) I lived in a Penthouse 3 blocks from the beach…but rarely ventured out, because Meth
had made me so paranoid that I feared of being arrested, and I thought people were out to kill me. This
paranoia led me to stay in our penthouse for weeks at a time, becoming a hermit and never leaving. What
kind of life is that?? I was suppose to be here living the ideal life in Miami Beach. Partying and having the
time of my life! Meth paints a pretty picture in the beginning. It tricks you, lies to you. It’s very clever. That’
s why it’s called the devil's drug. So instead living this ideal life in Miami Beach, I was fearing for my life
everyday, I was paranoid, suicidal, lonely and in deep depression.
During my 8 month addiction I tried killing myself, and was admitted to a rehab center in Florida, as soon
as I got out, I went back to using Crystal Meth (ICE) the most potent and addictive form of Meth. I didn’t go
home to see my children or family; I went back to the love of my life…Crystal Meth.
My final straw came one day after seeing something very terrible.The image will stay in my mind for the
rest of my life. Let me say this. Miami is everything the movies and the news say it is. Top of the chart in
Crimes and Drugs. That day, I answered a phone call from my 5 year old daughter. Her birthday was
coming up, and I asked her what she wanted for her birthday, and she replied in tears, “I want my mommy
to come home”. That did it. I didn’t hesitate, I didn’t pack anything, I just got on a plane with my wallet and
the clothes on my back and flew home to Georgia. I never looked back. I didn’t even go back to get all my
belongings that I had moved there in a U-haul. I wanted as far away as possible from Crystal Meth. I
admitted myself to a detox center here in North GA, and have been 100% drug free ever since. I have
turned to GOD as my higher power, and give all the credit of my recovery to prayers and my faith in GOD
and the friends and family that DID NOT give up on me. You know which ones you are. Thank you for
loving me enough not to give up hope and continuing to pray. Most of all I thank my Merciful God for
watching over me, loving me and protecting me when I came so many times near death.
Now I want to help fight the war against Methamphetamine. Every time I see a news report or watch a
show on meth, I get angry and now I want to fight back. (One of the reason's for creating this website
www.anti-meth.org)
Today I live a happy, peaceful, drug-free life. My life has changed 100%. My morals, goals and outlook on
life are opposite from where they use to be - selfish, angry, suicidal and destructive, they are now
happiness, giving, helpful and positive. My dreams and goals are coming true and my anger, sadness and
hopelessness has subsided. I am happily re-married to a wonderful, sweet & caring man and have a
wonderful family with my 2 daughters and 3 step-children.
I am presently the Administrative Assistant, and Testimonial Speaker for the White County Meth Task
Force and I plan to continue to fight this war against drugs in our community. I don't dare think of what my
life would be like if I had not had the desire to live for the sake of my daughters, and became clean of
Meth. I just thank God every day that I am alive and free of the devil's drug METH.
I made the decision that I wanted to give back and help others and I have started working toward my
certification as a Substance Abuse Counselor and I work with "Cornerstone Counseling, Inc."-- Working to
help others on their path of recovery! This has become my passion, from working with women, teens and
adults to educating the community and schools about the dangers of methamphetamine abuse as well as
drugs and alcohol abuse. I communicate anti-meth messages to thousands of people through the media. I
created this web site called www.Anti-Meth.org which is helping people escape the addiction to drugs and
methamphetamine or avoid addiction altogether. God has taken me as a “Testimonial Speaker” to Prisons
& Detention Centers, Schools, Treatment Centers, The Radio, Documentary TV Shows, Youth Groups
and Churches to share my story and message of courage, faith and hope in recovery. Please see the
Task Force's calendar at www.anti-meth.org for our latest speaking engagement. I am a recovering addict
that proudly and openly will admit it to anyone. My addiction affected everyone and everything in my life,
and so does my Recovery! Today I live a life knowing I am a respected member of society and a role
model to my children which are my pride and joy. The year 2006, I celebrated 4 years of Sobriety, To God
Be The Glory!
I pray my story encourages or helps anyone that is struggling with the addiction to Methamphetamine. I
want you to know I didn't stop this drug alone, I needed help. I found that help in God, treatment and in
myself. Also from my experiences, what I’ve witnessed, and thinking of the people I love. This all helped
me beat the addiction. I want to say personally to all those reading this, DO NOT TO TRY IT, and if you
are using it, STOP. Get help, before it destroys you. I did it...And you can too!
LET GO….LET GOD!
Teresa Jones – Georgia
www.anti-meth.org
www.truthaboutmeth.com
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Disclaimer: What you are about to read is a true story. I am a 100% down to earth guy, and I only share
this story with you because it is who I am. Not only who I am now, but a glimpse into the past...to look for a
moment at who I was before. Thank GOD that guy I used to be is now dead. He has been crucified. What
a poor, wretched soul he was. This story might have some pretty graphic/adult oriented material. If you
are too young to be reading this, then please DON'T. I fully intended this story to be read by ADULTS.
As I am sure you know by now, my name is A.J. I was born in Huntsville, Alabama on November 7, 1975.
My father was Allen G. Nichols Sr., and my mother was Jenell C. Nichols. They divorced when I was 6
months old. Things just didn't work out. My dad was upper class, a computer scientist for a big technology
corporation, and my mother was a dental assistant. Somehow, of course, my father managed to run from
his responsibility as a parent, and so my mom was left to raise me. Very typical scenario nowdays.
I never really felt like I knew my Dad. He was a really bad alcoholic, and remarried 2 times before his
death. I always felt like there was something wrong with me, that if I was truly a good son, then why didn't
he want me? Typical feelings of rejection for a guy that grows up without a father.
So, I lived with my Mom, and my brother John, and my sister Jeannie growing up. Jean and John were
older, (from my Mom's first husband) and I was the "baby". My Mom was always bar hopping, (an alcoholic
as well) and usually ended up bringing home some really rough guys. She married again...to a very
abusive and alcoholic man. I remember him beating me with a belt, with the buckle at the loose end of the
belt. There were lots of bruises, and my grandmother took polaroid pictures of this, and came to the trailer
we lived in threatening to have him put in jail. Him and my mom divorced shortly after. I was about 4 or 5 at
the time all of this was happening.
Then something happened. My Mom started gong to church, and for the most part, gave up her life of bar
hopping. She married the man she is married to to this day. He too was a professing Christian, used to be
rock n' roller/drug addict supposedly changed by Jesus. Now, I must first begin this part by saying that He
and I get along now. There were a lot of thigs that happened that were both of our faults, and so much
has changed. I believe that God has restored our relationship, and consider him to be a good father to
me. Anyway...to describe what I saw and learned when I was growing up...the only term I can use is
PSYCHO RELIGIOUS. He would beat me, and scream scriptures at me. I was "The Devil's Child" and was
going to "Split Hell Wide Open" This all started (the abuse) when I was about 7 years old. It continued all
the way through high school. We even had someone call DHR, and report him for child abuse. They came
to my school, and wanted to take me away from my Mom. Of course, at that age, I could not imagine life
without my Mom, so I refused to leave. I was truly in Hell...it had already found me. Words cannot express
the agony and pain that I lived in for some 12 years. It truly was a nightmare.
I began using drugs when I was 15. I also began drinking alcohol around that time. Even before that I had
started being attracted to other guys sexually, as I was so desperate for male affirmation/affection. I was
literally starving to be loved, and somehow was deceived into thinking that pleasing another man sexually
would keep him around to give me the love I so desperately wanted. (I forgot to mention that I was also
molested by someone when I was very young as well.)((That was probably the open door that led me into
the deception)). I also had several experimental sexual encounters with other boys when I was a little boy.
My first real sexual encounter with another guy was when I was 13 years old. At the time it seemed like
exactly what I wanted. It was very pleasurable at the time. But then, when the time for school came
Monday morning, the only thing I could think about was having to face him in front of all of our friends. It
was so scary.
The drug use escalated full frenzy. For 13 years I was heavily abusing crack cocaine, crystal meth, XTC,
LSD, Prescription Pills of all colors and varieties, GHB, Ketamine, Marijuana, Alcohol, and anything else I
could get my hands on that would ease the pain. I also was in probably 25 or more homosexual
relationships. I absolutely HATED Christianity. I believed that I was born Gay, and that I would ALWAYS be
that way. People would talk to me about Jesus, and I would laugh in their face. I thought they were crazy!
Then, in 1999, I finally broke down. I went into rehab on my own choice. I truly wanted help. I was about to
die, and I knew it. I had overdosed several times, and was extremely addicted to speed. I just wanted the
rollercoaster to stop. The rehab I ended up at was a Christ centered rehab, and I found the love of God
there. I began attending the Vineyard Church regularly. There were a lot of prophetic people there that
gave me words directly from God. I knew that somehow, I had had a bad example of Christianity modeled
before me. These people were NOTHING like my step-dad. They loved me unconditionally. I was clean for
about 4 years.
Somehow, I fell. It started with the smallest things. I started taking pills again. Then I convinced myself that
I would be ok to be involved in sexual sin. After all "God Understands" is what I kept telling myself. I got
involved in what would end up being my last homosexual relationship. It lasted for 3 years. I was
MISERABLE! I was doing cocaine and smoking crack like Bobby and Whitney (no joke lol). It was once
again a nightmare. I loved the guy that I was with so much, and it took me that long, because I was still so
afraid to trust God and let go. Finally I did. I left everything and moved back to Gadsden. It was my
complete surrender. That was one year ago as of August 10th, 2007.
Now, to the besutiful part of the story. I found the creator of the universe. No joke. I COMPLETELY
SURRENDERED to Jesus. And guess what? He set me free! I was filled with the Holy Spirit (which felt
better than ANY DRUG that I have ever done!!!) and I was delivered from somewhere in the ballpark of 50
demons. They screamed as they came out of me. And now, I am COMPLETELY drug/alcohol free, and I
have COMPLETELY normal desires sexually. No more lust/masturbation/perversion/homosexuality. I am a
FREE MAN! And even better yet...I have a PERSONAL INTIMATE RELATIONSHIP with the King of Kings
and the Lord of Lords. The Great I AM. Let me tell you...there ARE real people who follow Jesus. HE IS
LOVE. HE IS REAL. HE IS ALIVE AND WILL SET YOU FREE FROM WHATEVER YOU NEED TO BE SET
FREE FROM. He sees all, knows all, and hears all. There is NOBODY like him. I finally found what I was
looking for.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story. It is sad but true. I am not proud of who I used to be. But I
AM proud of Jesus. He gets all of the glory and honor for who I am today. He loves taking broken, messed
up people that have nothing to live for, and making them into new creations. I thank him every day for the
joy and peace I have in Him. Also, the best part is that He is making me like Him. I am being transformed
into His image. He has given me His authority to love people, and help lead them to Him. He is the only
way to the Father. He is the ONLY way to Heaven. He is THE WAY, THE TRUTH, AND THE LIFE.
I love him.
Jeremiah 29:13 & 14 You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by
you," declares the LORD, "and will bring you back from captivity
Jeremiah 33:3
'Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.'
I Corinthians 6:9-11
Do you not know that the wicked will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: Neither the
sexually immoral nor idolaters nor adulterers nor male prostitutes nor homosexual offenders 10nor thieves
nor the greedy nor drunkards nor slanderers nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God. And that is
what some of you were. But you were washed, you were sanctified, you were justified in the name of the
Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God.
AJ
http://www.myspace.com/kingdomgraphics
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Watching Your Family Go Down Hill
For the last two years, I've watched my dad and my younger sister waste away from doing crank. My sister
started drinking when she was 14 and now at the age of 25 she is doing 10 years in the big house for
manufacturing crank. Over the last year, my mother and I have shuffled my niece back and forth and now
to pre-k. I love my sister and I love my dad, but at times that feeling is mixed.
My sister was introduced to the drug by my dad. I can't tell you how long he has been using, but I know he
started doing speed because of double shifts or swing shifts at work to keep him going. My dad worked in
the same carpet mill for 20 years and the only time he missed work was when he was hospitalized for a
heart attack, a stroke and or quadruple bypass heart surgery. After the heart surgery they let him go.
My family was torn apart at that time. I was going through a divorce. But if I needed financial help my dad
and sister were there to help me out. Now I know why they always had money. Before the bombshell came
down on them, my sister at one time had $4000 in the bank and $6000 in a safe in her house. Dealing,
manufacturing had become their way of life to support and make a life for their family and their addiction.
The GBI busted in on them 18 months ago and took away my sister's children. It has been an emotional
roller coaster for us especially because we don’t understand why this drug grabs hold of everything you
are and have.
My dad is supported by a disability check and lives with me, because of his financial limitations. He has
lost most of his teeth and now wear's dentures, he is insulin dependent and has high blood pressure,
asthma and his sight is terrible. This drug has not change the love that I have for my dad and my sister,
but it has changed my family. Two weeks ago I spent a whole Saturday in the Chest Pain Center in a local
hospital, because my dad went into congestive heart failure. The only friends he has all do drugs. When
he has been around them, he'll come home at midnight and start doing laundry. My house stays clean
and is more organized than it has ever been. His days are numbered and no matter how much I do not
approve of his habit, I do not want to miss a moment of his beautiful smile. And I wait for the day to get to
see my sister's again.
Georgia
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I am a 17 year old female who has tried every drug atleast once and a lot of them twice i had a lonlet
childhood at home my mother broke promises, my dad always worked
when i was 15 i got engaged to someone whom i thought id sspen the rest of my life with but i had
somthing in my life that came before even him and that was ice it ment more to me thatn anything else it
was always there and never let me down,my engagement was over because i had no time for him all i had
time for was my one true love ice i hit my rock about 2 months after when one day i relized that everything
i once dreamed of having could never be found if i dint change roads i relized this myself no one and i do
mean no one except my dealer new i did anything i hide my addiction well i traind myself to sleep eat and
do everything normal even when geeking i moved in with my best friend when i was 17 i moved in, in july
she also used but by that time i had quit and dint care for it i was feeling a little shity one day so i thought
okay just one more time that one more time turned into about 10 more times i droped it once again with no
problem i then started dating my next door neighbor kinda like boy next door he was also an ice head so
to speak not caring i dated him anyway and he talked about quiting never did,he stloe from the people we
lived with money and anything that could be traded for money i was blinded by the love for the guy so
protected him anyway i could lied for him anytime this went on for about a month then he decide that he
had grown tired of me and moved on to someone esle still he has a love for dope that will go deeper than
his love for any person will go he is now sitting in a county jail i know i didnt go into deep detail in this story
but my point is DONT DO IT unless you are willing to give up everrything you own and love because i
know it wont be there when you turn around to look for it again it will be gone not everyone can put it
down like i myself did so dont think you'll try it once and be able to let it go because odds are u
wont!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i now i am only 17 and a lot of adults will tell u at 17 you dont! know what love is well
this is not to all u adults who may think this
think again we grow up alot faster than yall did these days we kinda have to to keep up with time itself we
know what we feel we no whats real and whats not we no right from wronge and we no when we are truley
in love i will spen the rest of my in love wth the boy next door he will most likely spen the rest of his in love
with meth and i lost him to meth not only another girl DO NOT F**K WITH METH
Anonymous
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MY STORY
I am now a happily married woman....but once I was strung out on crank, crack cocaine, alchol, and nerve
pills. I would smoke the crack, and geek out and to straigten myself out I would snort or smoke some
crank. To go to sleep that night I would drink a bottle or six pack of something combined with sleep
medicine (something with a p.m in in it) and xnax. THe next day I would feel like crap....so what then? you
guessed it. I line of crank or ice...whatever I could find. AT times I would lay it all down. Knowing that it
was bad for me, it was hard on my family, but at the time I was single and had joint custody of my son.
Too much freedom I guess. That combined with the torn divorce and hanging out with the wrong crowd,
at 27 I was using and didn't care. Hard and strong for over three years. With prayer and finding the love
of my life I have now been clean for four years. Just know that thinking you can do it and put it down, it
doesn't work that way! No drug is that way. You will find yourself stealing lying dating weirdos just to get it
and all sorts of stuff you wouldn't do if you were clean. You don't just hurt yourself, but others around
you. Family members and children suffer from your abuse. I can spot a meth user. I can even smell it on
people. My crack cocaine habit wasn't as bad as my meth habit. The crack was just out of my budget.
They say the Meth (crank) is a poor mans drug...yep, it's cause a little dab will do ya. But no sleep, no
food will eventually make you sick. THe geeking and parnoia will drive you crazy. You pick at your skin
because you think bugs are crawling all over you, and the next day you wonder why you did that. I heard
millions of voices, saw lights and things that weren't even there after days of using. When I would finally
eat, I would get sick and throw up because it had been days since I had eaten. We wonder why so many
people are on anti-depressants?? Some of it is due to drug abuse. It kills those happy cells in your brain,
reduces the level of seratonin which you need to feel happiness. I take anti-depressants, and I blame it
on drug abuse. Please, if you have kids, a family and you are using. STOP!! Pray, get counseling, talk
to someone, whatever it takes. I know that without GOD, I would not be here today.
Thanks for listening.
May GOD Bless YOU!
Anonymous- North Georgia
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I, just like most started with a little booze and marijuana. Then came LSD, Shrooms, and pills. This was
all at the age of 13. When I was 16 years old I tried crank for the first time. I drank it and smoked it once.
At the time though I was in an abusive relationship and even though he gave it to me, he also kicked my
butt for doing it. I didn't touch it again until the day he got sentenced to go to prison. I was 18 and fell in
love. At this time my whole life was devoted to smoking, snorting, and eating it. I gave up my 2 year old
daughter and lost my place. When I was 2o years old I got bored with the usual ways so when I was drunk
someone offered me a hit of heroin. I immediately fell even more in love and not just with the crank but
the needle as well. I have been through so many stages with my addiction to meth. Getting into legal
trouble, using while I was pregnant with my son, 5 treatment centers, losing two pregnancies due to meth,
and most of all losing my soul. The first trip to the ER wasn't enough even when they told me I could die.
The second was enough for the meth and weed but not the alcohol. So, two weeks later back in the ER
begging for my life.....was finally enough. Due to using for so long and so much, my body shuts down.
Today it has me so scared now even to take tylenol. I have been clean for almost 6 months now and for
once know that I can live without the use of any mind or mood altering drug. Through my addiction I gave
up on everything even my life for awhile. Today at the age of 28, I am so greatful that my higher power
has given me another chance! ANOTHER DAY CLEAN AND SOBER! I pray every night that people
caught in thier active addiction can also have a life without the use of drugs!
Jamie
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Well, I tried meth for the first time last night. I took two rails, and it burns just like everyone else here
describes. I am a mrijuana smoker. Through and through. I get up and start smoking weed by at least 8
am. Anyway, the meth burned. I didn't notice any immediate reaction, but it took a little bit for my nasal
passageways to drain. (Which is similar to if you have every used any nasal spray for like a cold...it's that
gross tastes that you get at the back of your throat that just tastes like chemicals)After that occurred, I felt
a slight "buzz" in the front of my head. I am a constant mover anyway, but I did notice a feeling of just
alertness. I didn't want to clean, I didn't want to scratch or anything. I just became very talkative (which, if
you only knew me, you would know how bad that is, because I am talkative anyway!). Anyway, I am a
mother, and I came home to my hubby at 4 in the morning. He and the kids were obviously asleep. I tried
to lay down wi!
th my hubby so that I could get some rest to deal with the kids in a few short hours.I kept yawning, but for
the life of me, I couldn't sleep. Well, this morning, I feel like SHIT. Honestly, this feeling that I have right
now, I just don't understand how people could go back to doing it after the first time. I guess I didn't get
the rush or something, because I think I will just remain happy as a lark with my marijuana that allows me
to function. And to those of you that are out there that know a meth user or are a meth user, I know this
may sound silly, but turn to GOD. He can help you. Turn it over to him, and he will see you through.
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Testimony = I am the wife of a meth addict. I am 29 years old. My husband is 34.We purchased our first
home together. We both have good jobs and live in a nice neighborhood where we are raising my 10 year
old daughter.I have never even done cocaine in my life and so the road i had ahead of me was very un
expected.With the short few years my husband and i have been together i learned more about drugs than
i ever knew in my life time!!My husband was doing coke,oxyc,loritabs,possb.smoking crack and smoking
crystal meth in addition to drinking.He pawned everything he could to get meth.His possesions and im
sure stolen properties of others....he lost his job he lost all respect from my family and his...yet i stood by
his side and prayed to god for his sobriety every day!I would come home from work to him and before i
went inside i would pray god please let the truth be revealed to me. And it came about that he could no
longer hide his drug use from me or lie to me with out me knowing.I prayed and blessed my own house
and cleansed it with sage..I did every thing i could to help our family be released of this demon that had
took control of our lives.My husband had been ripped of his soul . I can only explain it that way.He became
less the man i fell in love with every day.One night i was woke by a loud beastly growl that scared me
awake and it was my husband growling in his sleep.I shook him awake...I had seen him go through dts
when he couldn't get any meth.I had him arrested and court ordered to detox him.Nothing i did had
helped. In detox he met more drug addicts and more contacts.He would disappear for one day then 2 to 3
days with no contact with me.Finally he vanished and i reported him as a missing person.During this time
a man was found murdered and dis membered in our area..Awaiting news they showed the tattoos of the
victim .Thankfully it wasn't my husband.I eventually found his vehicle parked at a house in a neighboring
town.He had been on a week and a half drug binge with other addicts...One big party hotel jumping.
One of these people is still a fugitive that unfurtanetly has never been taken into custody.Mean while i put
my daughter to bed as she cried herself to sleep from missing her step father. Not knowing what to say to
make things right for her because she would ask me where he was and i would tell her if we just keep
praying we will see him soon at that door. God will bring him home!
Finally as a wounded dog always comes home to lick his wounds. He returned 6ft 1inch tall 147lbs!! It was
a relief to see him alive to me and a stunning reality of what may lie ahead for me if i stay with this man so
i decided that this would be my last attempt to help him get sober and if it did't work i would file for divorce
because i deserve so much better!!!I told him i would support him only if he would stop everything !! And
go back to work! All i can say now is I thank god for answering my prayers because today i have my best
friend and my family together again.Through my prayers i was able to help him get saved and it was like
slowing a new man came to light...better than the man i fell in love with to start with!! I always told him he
was too good for drugs and the addicts he kept company with.He prays every morning...God let the holy
spirit be in my heart i have my armor and my sheid through u dear god...satan go hence behind me in the
name of jesus!!!Amen.Never give up. I almost gave up. He thanks me for being the only person who stood
by him and was stubborn enough to push him into the right direction in life. Now my 6ft 1inch tall 220lbs
husband is being the man he had promised to god he would be and my family is whole again!My little girl
doesn't cry herself to sleep anymore.Do whatever you can to reach an addict.Even if you just tell them "
It's never too late to change....god loves you" Maybe we all have a message to help another person.
Listen to the spirit inside you closer you may help change someones life!!May god bless the person that
reads my testimony. Things can change for the better in your life too!!Anonymous
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Testimony = Im 16 years old and have NEVER tried meth. I would just like to tell a quick story of what
happend to sum1 i no from using meth. Hopefully it will make any1 thinking of trying meth think of the
people they love before they not only ruin their own lives but their loved ones lives.
My dad had this friend who was a really nice, kind, loving family man. My father and his friend were both
drug users but had never tried meth. This friend of my dads wanted 2 try meth but my dad said no. so this
friend decided to try it by himself. After he started using my dad and him fell away from each other. About
a month later we got a phone call telling us my dads friend was in jail over the murder of his wife. This
gentle, loving man that my dad was mates with had a psychotic episode and hacked his wife into little
pieces, thought she was the devil. Once this friend had realised it was his wife he had chopped up and
not the devil he had a complete break down. they put him on suicide watch and he now spends his life in
a mental institute. He tested positive for methamphetamine at the time of the murder.
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Testimony = Okay, I have only done meth once, but I smoked a LOT of it the one time. It started by me
drinking some rum and getting the balls to ask a person very near and dear to me if they were doing
meth. Turns out they were very addicted 15 years worth. I decided that I had to know what had taken this
person's life away. It started with smoking a few bowls(if that's what they're called) It tasted like burning
plastic and made me cringe.... for a second. Then it was pure pleasure. I had no bad feeling, no
paranoia, nothing. Perhaps from the rum I was calm, however I did start doing ridiculous things that I
would never do. I didn't realize it though. I was out of my mind. I wish I could relate more of the high, but I
do not remember much of it except for driving to atm's to get more cash, and being at places where
people had guns out. Somewhere in the midst of all this my "friend" and I smoked more and more and
more. Keep in mind this is my first time. We drove all over, maybe 300 miles worth. I had burned my
hand countless times, watched my "friend" fight with people and almost get shot over $40 worth of ICE.
After finally getting to where I was staying I started noticing that things were not right. My whole body hurt,
muscle cramps and spasms. It hurt to breathe, I was sweating and my heart felt like it was going to
explode. My eyes had no color, just black. I started seeing things that I knew were not real, like shadows
and small figures moving about. I saw endless bugs crawling everywhere, the walls looked as though they
were melting. I was very thirsty but water tasted like gasoline. I wanted to sleep, but that wouldn't happen
for another 24 hours or so. I finally got to sleep but it was plagued with crazy dreams and regrets of some
of the things I had done on that night. After waking up I had a very long drive which started in a big city. I
felt ok at this point so I started on my trek. About a half hour into! the trip I started having panic attacks
while driving, I thought my heart was going to explode. I felt like I would pass out so I stopped at Mickey
D's. I thought some food and a drink would help....not so much. I left there only to circle the block and
come back and park. While eating I noticed that my mouth hurt, by hurt I mean I had little white bumps
everywhere in my mouth and my tongue was blistered. As I continued on my trip I stopped very frequently
as it was a chore to drive without feeling like I was going to die. Every time I stopped I would hear my
"Friend's" voice and I would turn to find comfort in something familiar, only to realize I was hallucinating.
After another night of sleep I was back to functional, but I still don't think I am "normal" after a year. I still
notice things that were never like they are now before my night with meth, not to mention all the things I
truly regret that I just don't wish to talk about here. Thank you for hearing my horror story about meth.
One time was enough for me, if you are think!ing of trying it....don't. Best case you end up like me with a
bad conscience and horrible memory of that night. Worst case you end up addicted, and after years and
years of losing everything like my "friend" you lose everything and die.---anonymous
have lived in North Georgia most all of my life. I'm a recovering meth addict and I have been clean for
almost 4 years. At the time I first started meth, I was a Girl Scout Cookie Mom, a wife, a homemaker, and
worked part-time in website development.
In the beginning I tried Crystal Meth for weight loss. I was extremely over-weight and was desperate to try
anything after many failed diets. I really wasn't into the drug scene. I drank some and tried marijuana as a
teen, but never got into drug use. At first using crystal-meth was fun, so I did it all the time and I was
losing the the weight fast! I was looking so great, slimmer than I was in High School! But before too long I
needed Meth to feel “normal” and needed it to function in my everyday life.
My addiction led me to leave my husband and 2 daughters, which a the time were only toddlers -3 and 5
years old. I have missed 12 months of their lives because of my past addiction to meth. Those bonds are
being mended everyday.
I became close with my drug dealer and moved to Miami Beach Florida with her, to live the fun, and big
life. I left all my friends and family behind, I didn’t need them anymore. Crystal Meth was all I needed. My
new found friend and drug dealer assured me, that in Miami, Meth flows like honey, and it’s not the crappy
stuff they make here in the mountains but it’s the “pure form” called “ICE”. My family was terrified for my
safety. They tried to help me, but did not know what to do, I was so far away. I never cared or thought
about how my actions affected them, especially my daughters that were so young and without a mother. I
only cared about how I felt and getting that next hit of Meth. I turned into a person that I never wanted to
be, a person I hated and despised.
Before too long I became so depressed, I didn’t want to live any longer. Most of my family had given up on
me because I wouldn’t return phone calls or come home to visit my daughters or family. (I hadn’t seen
them in 6 months) I lived in a Penthouse 3 blocks from the beach…but rarely ventured out, because Meth
had made me so paranoid that I feared of being arrested, and I thought people were out to kill me. This
paranoia led me to stay in our penthouse for weeks at a time, becoming a hermit and never leaving. What
kind of life is that?? I was suppose to be here living the ideal life in Miami Beach. Partying and having the
time of my life! Meth paints a pretty picture in the beginning. It tricks you, lies to you. It’s very clever. That’
s why it’s called the devil's drug. So instead living this ideal life in Miami Beach, I was fearing for my life
everyday, I was paranoid, suicidal, lonely and in deep depression.
During my 8 month addiction I tried killing myself, and was admitted to a rehab center in Florida, as soon
as I got out, I went back to using Crystal Meth (ICE) the most potent and addictive form of Meth. I didn’t go
home to see my children or family; I went back to the love of my life…Crystal Meth.
My final straw came one day after seeing something very terrible.The image will stay in my mind for the
rest of my life. Let me say this. Miami is everything the movies and the news say it is. Top of the chart in
Crimes and Drugs. That day, I answered a phone call from my 5 year old daughter. Her birthday was
coming up, and I asked her what she wanted for her birthday, and she replied in tears, “I want my mommy
to come home”. That did it. I didn’t hesitate, I didn’t pack anything, I just got on a plane with my wallet and
the clothes on my back and flew home to Georgia. I never looked back. I didn’t even go back to get all my
belongings that I had moved there in a U-haul. I wanted as far away as possible from Crystal Meth. I
admitted myself to a detox center here in North GA, and have been 100% drug free ever since. I have
turned to GOD as my higher power, and give all the credit of my recovery to prayers and my faith in GOD
and the friends and family that DID NOT give up on me. You know which ones you are. Thank you for
loving me enough not to give up hope and continuing to pray. Most of all I thank my Merciful God for
watching over me, loving me and protecting me when I came so many times near death.
Now I want to help fight the war against Methamphetamine. Every time I see a news report or watch a
show on meth, I get angry and now I want to fight back. (One of the reason's for creating this website
www.anti-meth.org)
Today I live a happy, peaceful, drug-free life. My life has changed 100%. My morals, goals and outlook on
life are opposite from where they use to be - selfish, angry, suicidal and destructive, they are now
happiness, giving, helpful and positive. My dreams and goals are coming true and my anger, sadness and
hopelessness has subsided. I am happily re-married to a wonderful, sweet & caring man and have a
wonderful family with my 2 daughters and 3 step-children.
I am presently the Administrative Assistant, and Testimonial Speaker for the White County Meth Task
Force and I plan to continue to fight this war against drugs in our community. I don't dare think of what my
life would be like if I had not had the desire to live for the sake of my daughters, and became clean of
Meth. I just thank God every day that I am alive and free of the devil's drug METH.
I made the decision that I wanted to give back and help others and I have started working toward my
certification as a Substance Abuse Counselor and I work with "Cornerstone Counseling, Inc."-- Working to
help others on their path of recovery! This has become my passion, from working with women, teens and
adults to educating the community and schools about the dangers of methamphetamine abuse as well as
drugs and alcohol abuse. I communicate anti-meth messages to thousands of people through the media. I
created this web site called www.Anti-Meth.org which is helping people escape the addiction to drugs and
methamphetamine or avoid addiction altogether. God has taken me as a “Testimonial Speaker” to Prisons
& Detention Centers, Schools, Treatment Centers, The Radio, Documentary TV Shows, Youth Groups
and Churches to share my story and message of courage, faith and hope in recovery. Please see the
Task Force's calendar at www.anti-meth.org for our latest speaking engagement. I am a recovering addict
that proudly and openly will admit it to anyone. My addiction affected everyone and everything in my life,
and so does my Recovery! Today I live a life knowing I am a respected member of society and a role
model to my children which are my pride and joy. The year 2006, I celebrated 4 years of Sobriety, To God
Be The Glory!
I pray my story encourages or helps anyone that is struggling with the addiction to Methamphetamine. I
want you to know I didn't stop this drug alone, I needed help. I found that help in God, treatment and in
myself. Also from my experiences, what I’ve witnessed, and thinking of the people I love. This all helped
me beat the addiction. I want to say personally to all those reading this, DO NOT TO TRY IT, and if you
are using it, STOP. Get help, before it destroys you. I did it...And you can too!
LET GO….LET GOD!
Teresa Jones – Georgia
www.anti-meth.org
www.truthaboutmeth.com
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Disclaimer: What you are about to read is a true story. I am a 100% down to earth guy, and I only share
this story with you because it is who I am. Not only who I am now, but a glimpse into the past...to look for a
moment at who I was before. Thank GOD that guy I used to be is now dead. He has been crucified. What
a poor, wretched soul he was. This story might have some pretty graphic/adult oriented material. If you
are too young to be reading this, then please DON'T. I fully intended this story to be read by ADULTS.
As I am sure you know by now, my name is A.J. I was born in Huntsville, Alabama on November 7, 1975.
My father was Allen G. Nichols Sr., and my mother was Jenell C. Nichols. They divorced when I was 6
months old. Things just didn't work out. My dad was upper class, a computer scientist for a big technology
corporation, and my mother was a dental assistant. Somehow, of course, my father managed to run from
his responsibility as a parent, and so my mom was left to raise me. Very typical scenario nowdays.
I never really felt like I knew my Dad. He was a really bad alcoholic, and remarried 2 times before his
death. I always felt like there was something wrong with me, that if I was truly a good son, then why didn't
he want me? Typical feelings of rejection for a guy that grows up without a father.
So, I lived with my Mom, and my brother John, and my sister Jeannie growing up. Jean and John were
older, (from my Mom's first husband) and I was the "baby". My Mom was always bar hopping, (an alcoholic
as well) and usually ended up bringing home some really rough guys. She married again...to a very
abusive and alcoholic man. I remember him beating me with a belt, with the buckle at the loose end of the
belt. There were lots of bruises, and my grandmother took polaroid pictures of this, and came to the trailer
we lived in threatening to have him put in jail. Him and my mom divorced shortly after. I was about 4 or 5 at
the time all of this was happening.
Then something happened. My Mom started gong to church, and for the most part, gave up her life of bar
hopping. She married the man she is married to to this day. He too was a professing Christian, used to be
rock n' roller/drug addict supposedly changed by Jesus. Now, I must first begin this part by saying that He
and I get along now. There were a lot of thigs that happened that were both of our faults, and so much
has changed. I believe that God has restored our relationship, and consider him to be a good father to
me. Anyway...to describe what I saw and learned when I was growing up...the only term I can use is
PSYCHO RELIGIOUS. He would beat me, and scream scriptures at me. I was "The Devil's Child" and was
going to "Split Hell Wide Open" This all started (the abuse) when I was about 7 years old. It continued all
the way through high school. We even had someone call DHR, and report him for child abuse. They came
to my school, and wanted to take me away from my Mom. Of course, at that age, I could not imagine life
without my Mom, so I refused to leave. I was truly in Hell...it had already found me. Words cannot express
the agony and pain that I lived in for some 12 years. It truly was a nightmare.
I began using drugs when I was 15. I also began drinking alcohol around that time. Even before that I had
started being attracted to other guys sexually, as I was so desperate for male affirmation/affection. I was
literally starving to be loved, and somehow was deceived into thinking that pleasing another man sexually
would keep him around to give me the love I so desperately wanted. (I forgot to mention that I was also
molested by someone when I was very young as well.)((That was probably the open door that led me into
the deception)). I also had several experimental sexual encounters with other boys when I was a little boy.
My first real sexual encounter with another guy was when I was 13 years old. At the time it seemed like
exactly what I wanted. It was very pleasurable at the time. But then, when the time for school came
Monday morning, the only thing I could think about was having to face him in front of all of our friends. It
was so scary.
The drug use escalated full frenzy. For 13 years I was heavily abusing crack cocaine, crystal meth, XTC,
LSD, Prescription Pills of all colors and varieties, GHB, Ketamine, Marijuana, Alcohol, and anything else I
could get my hands on that would ease the pain. I also was in probably 25 or more homosexual
relationships. I absolutely HATED Christianity. I believed that I was born Gay, and that I would ALWAYS be
that way. People would talk to me about Jesus, and I would laugh in their face. I thought they were crazy!
Then, in 1999, I finally broke down. I went into rehab on my own choice. I truly wanted help. I was about to
die, and I knew it. I had overdosed several times, and was extremely addicted to speed. I just wanted the
rollercoaster to stop. The rehab I ended up at was a Christ centered rehab, and I found the love of God
there. I began attending the Vineyard Church regularly. There were a lot of prophetic people there that
gave me words directly from God. I knew that somehow, I had had a bad example of Christianity modeled
before me. These people were NOTHING like my step-dad. They loved me unconditionally. I was clean for
about 4 years.
Somehow, I fell. It started with the smallest things. I started taking pills again. Then I convinced myself that
I would be ok to be involved in sexual sin. After all "God Understands" is what I kept telling myself. I got
involved in what would end up being my last homosexual relationship. It lasted for 3 years. I was
MISERABLE! I was doing cocaine and smoking crack like Bobby and Whitney (no joke lol). It was once
again a nightmare. I loved the guy that I was with so much, and it took me that long, because I was still so
afraid to trust God and let go. Finally I did. I left everything and moved back to Gadsden. It was my
complete surrender. That was one year ago as of August 10th, 2007.
Now, to the besutiful part of the story. I found the creator of the universe. No joke. I COMPLETELY
SURRENDERED to Jesus. And guess what? He set me free! I was filled with the Holy Spirit (which felt
better than ANY DRUG that I have ever done!!!) and I was delivered from somewhere in the ballpark of 50
demons. They screamed as they came out of me. And now, I am COMPLETELY drug/alcohol free, and I
have COMPLETELY normal desires sexually. No more lust/masturbation/perversion/homosexuality. I am a
FREE MAN! And even better yet...I have a PERSONAL INTIMATE RELATIONSHIP with the King of Kings
and the Lord of Lords. The Great I AM. Let me tell you...there ARE real people who follow Jesus. HE IS
LOVE. HE IS REAL. HE IS ALIVE AND WILL SET YOU FREE FROM WHATEVER YOU NEED TO BE SET
FREE FROM. He sees all, knows all, and hears all. There is NOBODY like him. I finally found what I was
looking for.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story. It is sad but true. I am not proud of who I used to be. But I
AM proud of Jesus. He gets all of the glory and honor for who I am today. He loves taking broken, messed
up people that have nothing to live for, and making them into new creations. I thank him every day for the
joy and peace I have in Him. Also, the best part is that He is making me like Him. I am being transformed
into His image. He has given me His authority to love people, and help lead them to Him. He is the only
way to the Father. He is the ONLY way to Heaven. He is THE WAY, THE TRUTH, AND THE LIFE.
I love him.
Jeremiah 29:13 & 14 You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by
you," declares the LORD, "and will bring you back from captivity
Jeremiah 33:3
'Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.'
I Corinthians 6:9-11
Do you not know that the wicked will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: Neither the
sexually immoral nor idolaters nor adulterers nor male prostitutes nor homosexual offenders 10nor thieves
nor the greedy nor drunkards nor slanderers nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God. And that is
what some of you were. But you were washed, you were sanctified, you were justified in the name of the
Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God.
AJ
http://www.myspace.com/kingdomgraphics
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Watching Your Family Go Down Hill
For the last two years, I've watched my dad and my younger sister waste away from doing crank. My sister
started drinking when she was 14 and now at the age of 25 she is doing 10 years in the big house for
manufacturing crank. Over the last year, my mother and I have shuffled my niece back and forth and now
to pre-k. I love my sister and I love my dad, but at times that feeling is mixed.
My sister was introduced to the drug by my dad. I can't tell you how long he has been using, but I know he
started doing speed because of double shifts or swing shifts at work to keep him going. My dad worked in
the same carpet mill for 20 years and the only time he missed work was when he was hospitalized for a
heart attack, a stroke and or quadruple bypass heart surgery. After the heart surgery they let him go.
My family was torn apart at that time. I was going through a divorce. But if I needed financial help my dad
and sister were there to help me out. Now I know why they always had money. Before the bombshell came
down on them, my sister at one time had $4000 in the bank and $6000 in a safe in her house. Dealing,
manufacturing had become their way of life to support and make a life for their family and their addiction.
The GBI busted in on them 18 months ago and took away my sister's children. It has been an emotional
roller coaster for us especially because we don’t understand why this drug grabs hold of everything you
are and have.
My dad is supported by a disability check and lives with me, because of his financial limitations. He has
lost most of his teeth and now wear's dentures, he is insulin dependent and has high blood pressure,
asthma and his sight is terrible. This drug has not change the love that I have for my dad and my sister,
but it has changed my family. Two weeks ago I spent a whole Saturday in the Chest Pain Center in a local
hospital, because my dad went into congestive heart failure. The only friends he has all do drugs. When
he has been around them, he'll come home at midnight and start doing laundry. My house stays clean
and is more organized than it has ever been. His days are numbered and no matter how much I do not
approve of his habit, I do not want to miss a moment of his beautiful smile. And I wait for the day to get to
see my sister's again.
Georgia
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I am a 17 year old female who has tried every drug atleast once and a lot of them twice i had a lonlet
childhood at home my mother broke promises, my dad always worked
when i was 15 i got engaged to someone whom i thought id sspen the rest of my life with but i had
somthing in my life that came before even him and that was ice it ment more to me thatn anything else it
was always there and never let me down,my engagement was over because i had no time for him all i had
time for was my one true love ice i hit my rock about 2 months after when one day i relized that everything
i once dreamed of having could never be found if i dint change roads i relized this myself no one and i do
mean no one except my dealer new i did anything i hide my addiction well i traind myself to sleep eat and
do everything normal even when geeking i moved in with my best friend when i was 17 i moved in, in july
she also used but by that time i had quit and dint care for it i was feeling a little shity one day so i thought
okay just one more time that one more time turned into about 10 more times i droped it once again with no
problem i then started dating my next door neighbor kinda like boy next door he was also an ice head so
to speak not caring i dated him anyway and he talked about quiting never did,he stloe from the people we
lived with money and anything that could be traded for money i was blinded by the love for the guy so
protected him anyway i could lied for him anytime this went on for about a month then he decide that he
had grown tired of me and moved on to someone esle still he has a love for dope that will go deeper than
his love for any person will go he is now sitting in a county jail i know i didnt go into deep detail in this story
but my point is DONT DO IT unless you are willing to give up everrything you own and love because i
know it wont be there when you turn around to look for it again it will be gone not everyone can put it
down like i myself did so dont think you'll try it once and be able to let it go because odds are u
wont!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i now i am only 17 and a lot of adults will tell u at 17 you dont! know what love is well
this is not to all u adults who may think this
think again we grow up alot faster than yall did these days we kinda have to to keep up with time itself we
know what we feel we no whats real and whats not we no right from wronge and we no when we are truley
in love i will spen the rest of my in love wth the boy next door he will most likely spen the rest of his in love
with meth and i lost him to meth not only another girl DO NOT F**K WITH METH
Anonymous
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MY STORY
I am now a happily married woman....but once I was strung out on crank, crack cocaine, alchol, and nerve
pills. I would smoke the crack, and geek out and to straigten myself out I would snort or smoke some
crank. To go to sleep that night I would drink a bottle or six pack of something combined with sleep
medicine (something with a p.m in in it) and xnax. THe next day I would feel like crap....so what then? you
guessed it. I line of crank or ice...whatever I could find. AT times I would lay it all down. Knowing that it
was bad for me, it was hard on my family, but at the time I was single and had joint custody of my son.
Too much freedom I guess. That combined with the torn divorce and hanging out with the wrong crowd,
at 27 I was using and didn't care. Hard and strong for over three years. With prayer and finding the love
of my life I have now been clean for four years. Just know that thinking you can do it and put it down, it
doesn't work that way! No drug is that way. You will find yourself stealing lying dating weirdos just to get it
and all sorts of stuff you wouldn't do if you were clean. You don't just hurt yourself, but others around
you. Family members and children suffer from your abuse. I can spot a meth user. I can even smell it on
people. My crack cocaine habit wasn't as bad as my meth habit. The crack was just out of my budget.
They say the Meth (crank) is a poor mans drug...yep, it's cause a little dab will do ya. But no sleep, no
food will eventually make you sick. THe geeking and parnoia will drive you crazy. You pick at your skin
because you think bugs are crawling all over you, and the next day you wonder why you did that. I heard
millions of voices, saw lights and things that weren't even there after days of using. When I would finally
eat, I would get sick and throw up because it had been days since I had eaten. We wonder why so many
people are on anti-depressants?? Some of it is due to drug abuse. It kills those happy cells in your brain,
reduces the level of seratonin which you need to feel happiness. I take anti-depressants, and I blame it
on drug abuse. Please, if you have kids, a family and you are using. STOP!! Pray, get counseling, talk
to someone, whatever it takes. I know that without GOD, I would not be here today.
Thanks for listening.
May GOD Bless YOU!
Anonymous- North Georgia
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I, just like most started with a little booze and marijuana. Then came LSD, Shrooms, and pills. This was
all at the age of 13. When I was 16 years old I tried crank for the first time. I drank it and smoked it once.
At the time though I was in an abusive relationship and even though he gave it to me, he also kicked my
butt for doing it. I didn't touch it again until the day he got sentenced to go to prison. I was 18 and fell in
love. At this time my whole life was devoted to smoking, snorting, and eating it. I gave up my 2 year old
daughter and lost my place. When I was 2o years old I got bored with the usual ways so when I was drunk
someone offered me a hit of heroin. I immediately fell even more in love and not just with the crank but
the needle as well. I have been through so many stages with my addiction to meth. Getting into legal
trouble, using while I was pregnant with my son, 5 treatment centers, losing two pregnancies due to meth,
and most of all losing my soul. The first trip to the ER wasn't enough even when they told me I could die.
The second was enough for the meth and weed but not the alcohol. So, two weeks later back in the ER
begging for my life.....was finally enough. Due to using for so long and so much, my body shuts down.
Today it has me so scared now even to take tylenol. I have been clean for almost 6 months now and for
once know that I can live without the use of any mind or mood altering drug. Through my addiction I gave
up on everything even my life for awhile. Today at the age of 28, I am so greatful that my higher power
has given me another chance! ANOTHER DAY CLEAN AND SOBER! I pray every night that people
caught in thier active addiction can also have a life without the use of drugs!
Jamie
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Well, I tried meth for the first time last night. I took two rails, and it burns just like everyone else here
describes. I am a mrijuana smoker. Through and through. I get up and start smoking weed by at least 8
am. Anyway, the meth burned. I didn't notice any immediate reaction, but it took a little bit for my nasal
passageways to drain. (Which is similar to if you have every used any nasal spray for like a cold...it's that
gross tastes that you get at the back of your throat that just tastes like chemicals)After that occurred, I felt
a slight "buzz" in the front of my head. I am a constant mover anyway, but I did notice a feeling of just
alertness. I didn't want to clean, I didn't want to scratch or anything. I just became very talkative (which, if
you only knew me, you would know how bad that is, because I am talkative anyway!). Anyway, I am a
mother, and I came home to my hubby at 4 in the morning. He and the kids were obviously asleep. I tried
to lay down wi!
th my hubby so that I could get some rest to deal with the kids in a few short hours.I kept yawning, but for
the life of me, I couldn't sleep. Well, this morning, I feel like SHIT. Honestly, this feeling that I have right
now, I just don't understand how people could go back to doing it after the first time. I guess I didn't get
the rush or something, because I think I will just remain happy as a lark with my marijuana that allows me
to function. And to those of you that are out there that know a meth user or are a meth user, I know this
may sound silly, but turn to GOD. He can help you. Turn it over to him, and he will see you through.
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Testimony = I am the wife of a meth addict. I am 29 years old. My husband is 34.We purchased our first
home together. We both have good jobs and live in a nice neighborhood where we are raising my 10 year
old daughter.I have never even done cocaine in my life and so the road i had ahead of me was very un
expected.With the short few years my husband and i have been together i learned more about drugs than
i ever knew in my life time!!My husband was doing coke,oxyc,loritabs,possb.smoking crack and smoking
crystal meth in addition to drinking.He pawned everything he could to get meth.His possesions and im
sure stolen properties of others....he lost his job he lost all respect from my family and his...yet i stood by
his side and prayed to god for his sobriety every day!I would come home from work to him and before i
went inside i would pray god please let the truth be revealed to me. And it came about that he could no
longer hide his drug use from me or lie to me with out me knowing.I prayed and blessed my own house
and cleansed it with sage..I did every thing i could to help our family be released of this demon that had
took control of our lives.My husband had been ripped of his soul . I can only explain it that way.He became
less the man i fell in love with every day.One night i was woke by a loud beastly growl that scared me
awake and it was my husband growling in his sleep.I shook him awake...I had seen him go through dts
when he couldn't get any meth.I had him arrested and court ordered to detox him.Nothing i did had
helped. In detox he met more drug addicts and more contacts.He would disappear for one day then 2 to 3
days with no contact with me.Finally he vanished and i reported him as a missing person.During this time
a man was found murdered and dis membered in our area..Awaiting news they showed the tattoos of the
victim .Thankfully it wasn't my husband.I eventually found his vehicle parked at a house in a neighboring
town.He had been on a week and a half drug binge with other addicts...One big party hotel jumping.
One of these people is still a fugitive that unfurtanetly has never been taken into custody.Mean while i put
my daughter to bed as she cried herself to sleep from missing her step father. Not knowing what to say to
make things right for her because she would ask me where he was and i would tell her if we just keep
praying we will see him soon at that door. God will bring him home!
Finally as a wounded dog always comes home to lick his wounds. He returned 6ft 1inch tall 147lbs!! It was
a relief to see him alive to me and a stunning reality of what may lie ahead for me if i stay with this man so
i decided that this would be my last attempt to help him get sober and if it did't work i would file for divorce
because i deserve so much better!!!I told him i would support him only if he would stop everything !! And
go back to work! All i can say now is I thank god for answering my prayers because today i have my best
friend and my family together again.Through my prayers i was able to help him get saved and it was like
slowing a new man came to light...better than the man i fell in love with to start with!! I always told him he
was too good for drugs and the addicts he kept company with.He prays every morning...God let the holy
spirit be in my heart i have my armor and my sheid through u dear god...satan go hence behind me in the
name of jesus!!!Amen.Never give up. I almost gave up. He thanks me for being the only person who stood
by him and was stubborn enough to push him into the right direction in life. Now my 6ft 1inch tall 220lbs
husband is being the man he had promised to god he would be and my family is whole again!My little girl
doesn't cry herself to sleep anymore.Do whatever you can to reach an addict.Even if you just tell them "
It's never too late to change....god loves you" Maybe we all have a message to help another person.
Listen to the spirit inside you closer you may help change someones life!!May god bless the person that
reads my testimony. Things can change for the better in your life too!!Anonymous
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Testimony = Im 16 years old and have NEVER tried meth. I would just like to tell a quick story of what
happend to sum1 i no from using meth. Hopefully it will make any1 thinking of trying meth think of the
people they love before they not only ruin their own lives but their loved ones lives.
My dad had this friend who was a really nice, kind, loving family man. My father and his friend were both
drug users but had never tried meth. This friend of my dads wanted 2 try meth but my dad said no. so this
friend decided to try it by himself. After he started using my dad and him fell away from each other. About
a month later we got a phone call telling us my dads friend was in jail over the murder of his wife. This
gentle, loving man that my dad was mates with had a psychotic episode and hacked his wife into little
pieces, thought she was the devil. Once this friend had realised it was his wife he had chopped up and
not the devil he had a complete break down. they put him on suicide watch and he now spends his life in
a mental institute. He tested positive for methamphetamine at the time of the murder.
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Testimony = Okay, I have only done meth once, but I smoked a LOT of it the one time. It started by me
drinking some rum and getting the balls to ask a person very near and dear to me if they were doing
meth. Turns out they were very addicted 15 years worth. I decided that I had to know what had taken this
person's life away. It started with smoking a few bowls(if that's what they're called) It tasted like burning
plastic and made me cringe.... for a second. Then it was pure pleasure. I had no bad feeling, no
paranoia, nothing. Perhaps from the rum I was calm, however I did start doing ridiculous things that I
would never do. I didn't realize it though. I was out of my mind. I wish I could relate more of the high, but I
do not remember much of it except for driving to atm's to get more cash, and being at places where
people had guns out. Somewhere in the midst of all this my "friend" and I smoked more and more and
more. Keep in mind this is my first time. We drove all over, maybe 300 miles worth. I had burned my
hand countless times, watched my "friend" fight with people and almost get shot over $40 worth of ICE.
After finally getting to where I was staying I started noticing that things were not right. My whole body hurt,
muscle cramps and spasms. It hurt to breathe, I was sweating and my heart felt like it was going to
explode. My eyes had no color, just black. I started seeing things that I knew were not real, like shadows
and small figures moving about. I saw endless bugs crawling everywhere, the walls looked as though they
were melting. I was very thirsty but water tasted like gasoline. I wanted to sleep, but that wouldn't happen
for another 24 hours or so. I finally got to sleep but it was plagued with crazy dreams and regrets of some
of the things I had done on that night. After waking up I had a very long drive which started in a big city. I
felt ok at this point so I started on my trek. About a half hour into! the trip I started having panic attacks
while driving, I thought my heart was going to explode. I felt like I would pass out so I stopped at Mickey
D's. I thought some food and a drink would help....not so much. I left there only to circle the block and
come back and park. While eating I noticed that my mouth hurt, by hurt I mean I had little white bumps
everywhere in my mouth and my tongue was blistered. As I continued on my trip I stopped very frequently
as it was a chore to drive without feeling like I was going to die. Every time I stopped I would hear my
"Friend's" voice and I would turn to find comfort in something familiar, only to realize I was hallucinating.
After another night of sleep I was back to functional, but I still don't think I am "normal" after a year. I still
notice things that were never like they are now before my night with meth, not to mention all the things I
truly regret that I just don't wish to talk about here. Thank you for hearing my horror story about meth.
One time was enough for me, if you are think!ing of trying it....don't. Best case you end up like me with a
bad conscience and horrible memory of that night. Worst case you end up addicted, and after years and
years of losing everything like my "friend" you lose everything and die.---anonymous
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