Name = Angel
truly in love with him. It wasn't him. It was the meth. I had it at my disposal all the time, and never had to
truly in love with him. It wasn't him. It was the meth. I had it at my disposal all the time, and never had to
pay a dime for it. The price I have paid since then has been far more valuable than money. I decided to
leave after the physical abuse started only to find another man who was essentially the same, only
younger. I thought he was the love of my life. It was'nt him either. It was IT again. I have 6 kids. Three of
them have been through the trenches with me. The third of three was exposed to crystal when I was
pregnant with him and was born 7 weeks early with severly premature lungs and now suffers from asthma,
he is 9 years ol!
he is 9 years ol!
d now. He has problems in school and seems very socially immature. I have been clean for 7 years now,
I'm 40 now, and staying clean has been like walking on a tightrope as thin as a hair. I feel like I have
wasted my life and am scared of trying to live with this guilt all alone. I have a boyfriend now who never has
done drugs, but he is hardly sympathetic. So he is no support. Anyway, thanks for letting me get all of this
off my chest. The only thing I can say that is positive about my past experience is that I can be vigilant
about protecting my children from this hell, because I know what it looks like, and smells like and if they are
hanging aroung that kind of crowd , I can identify it and stop it before it's too late.
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Name = Carrie
Meth Is DEADLY!!! So I was 14 yrs old and the only drugs i've done were weed, coke, xtc, pain killers,
xanax that's all. Well I had been dating a 21 year old we had been together for about 2 years when i had
notice he had stopped calling me and grew more, and more distant. So one day I had randomly gotten
dropped off at his house to find out he was furious at only the sight of me. we talked it out and finally went
to bed. I woke up the next morning to find him on his knees folding aluminum foil and I just thought he was
losing his mind. But as i watched him frantically holdiing a lighter to the piece of folded foil I thought I have
to get out of here he's trying to set the house on fire!!! When I seen him inhailing the the smoky substance
rising of the top. I had began to understand but was still quite confused...... As you might can tell I never
even knew of meth. I had been a preachers daughter gone bad you can say but my parents kept !
me fairly shelterd. At this time I left it be and had gone home. I was very hurt to be seeing what he has
become and how bitter the drug has made him. Over the years he became possesive, abusive mentally
and physically. A total 360. Well in the end our relationship was overtaken by meth and 3 years gone down
the drain. I still pray for him though considering he has a son who will be 10 yrs old this year and he still
chooses tina over the ones he loves.
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Testimony
To start off with, in 1997 I was living in Panama City Beach Florida, my husband was in jail and I was doing
the that I could to take care of my 3 children on my own. I was drinking alot due to stress. My 3 children got
taken away because of my family situation. So I started drinking and using drugs to fill the void, and
because I was depressed and very scared. Then I was in and out of jail alot after that. I was on the run from
the law as well. In 1998 my mother was killed while walking down the sidewalk. A car came up on the
sidewalk and ran over her. She lived for 2 days. I was on the run, working with the carnival with my husband
and called home every Sunday. Well she died on Friday and I called on Sunday and my father couldn't
even tell me because he was so upset. So my 14 year old sister had to tell me. All the details as well. After
that my life went to straight to Hell. I started using every day, not caring what happened to me or anyone
around me. I had nothing or no one. I wanted to die. I tried suicide several times. My mom and children
were my breath, my everything. So I got real crazy, started going stupid.
I ended up in prison in Florida; Lowell C.I. There I found God. I stayed with God then got out and stayed
clean for awhile. Then I started using again and was in and out of jail. My fathers health was getting pretty
bad at this point. He had a motorcycle accident in 1992 and died 4 times. He had to learn how to walk, talk
and eveb eat all over again. They said he would be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. But due to his
strong willpower he proved them wrong. He was even going deer hunting in a few years.(But still drinking
heavy) They had him on alot of strong medication, like Morphine, Oxycontin, Valium, and Loracet.
Well I got in with a very heavy drug crowd, started selling and was using as well. I was looking at prison time
so I was on the run. One day my Dad called me and was out of medication and really sick (DT's). He asked
me to get him something for the pain. I told him all I had was crack. He had always been so against crack
because he had seen what it had done to my life. So it really shocked and devastated me when he asked
me to bring him some. He was crying and hurting bad. I found out later that he had been doing Ice with one
of his friends. I told him that it was real dangerous to mix uppers and downers because that could blow your
heart up. Well, I got put in jail, sentenced to prison and his health got worse. He started using more, wasn't
eating and lost alot of weight. But he was coming to visit me alot and he came on Sunday November 5,
2005 and the next Sunday my brother came and told me he was found dead. Self-induced heart attack.
You see, I blame myself, because I led him to the drugs. I introduced him to the big drug man. I even asked
the man to get him what he needed.
It still hurts to know he's gone but, God has given me peace. My mom died ( got killed) in 1997 and dad still
loved her. My sister kept her ashes and he wanted them buried with him. So theyare together again. And
god says we will meet again. My goal is to stay straight, do what God says and I'll see them again.
Point is there's no drug worth the pain that it brings! God is the only cure. Believe and you will receive
healing - not through drugs and Satan
Tiya Renee' Dawson
____________________________________________________________________________________
truly in love with him. It wasn't him. It was the meth. I had it at my disposal all the time, and never had to
truly in love with him. It wasn't him. It was the meth. I had it at my disposal all the time, and never had to
pay a dime for it. The price I have paid since then has been far more valuable than money. I decided to
leave after the physical abuse started only to find another man who was essentially the same, only
younger. I thought he was the love of my life. It was'nt him either. It was IT again. I have 6 kids. Three of
them have been through the trenches with me. The third of three was exposed to crystal when I was
pregnant with him and was born 7 weeks early with severly premature lungs and now suffers from asthma,
he is 9 years ol!
he is 9 years ol!
d now. He has problems in school and seems very socially immature. I have been clean for 7 years now,
I'm 40 now, and staying clean has been like walking on a tightrope as thin as a hair. I feel like I have
wasted my life and am scared of trying to live with this guilt all alone. I have a boyfriend now who never has
done drugs, but he is hardly sympathetic. So he is no support. Anyway, thanks for letting me get all of this
off my chest. The only thing I can say that is positive about my past experience is that I can be vigilant
about protecting my children from this hell, because I know what it looks like, and smells like and if they are
hanging aroung that kind of crowd , I can identify it and stop it before it's too late.
____________________________________________________________________________________
Name = Carrie
Meth Is DEADLY!!! So I was 14 yrs old and the only drugs i've done were weed, coke, xtc, pain killers,
xanax that's all. Well I had been dating a 21 year old we had been together for about 2 years when i had
notice he had stopped calling me and grew more, and more distant. So one day I had randomly gotten
dropped off at his house to find out he was furious at only the sight of me. we talked it out and finally went
to bed. I woke up the next morning to find him on his knees folding aluminum foil and I just thought he was
losing his mind. But as i watched him frantically holdiing a lighter to the piece of folded foil I thought I have
to get out of here he's trying to set the house on fire!!! When I seen him inhailing the the smoky substance
rising of the top. I had began to understand but was still quite confused...... As you might can tell I never
even knew of meth. I had been a preachers daughter gone bad you can say but my parents kept !
me fairly shelterd. At this time I left it be and had gone home. I was very hurt to be seeing what he has
become and how bitter the drug has made him. Over the years he became possesive, abusive mentally
and physically. A total 360. Well in the end our relationship was overtaken by meth and 3 years gone down
the drain. I still pray for him though considering he has a son who will be 10 yrs old this year and he still
chooses tina over the ones he loves.
___________________________________________________________________________________
Testimony
To start off with, in 1997 I was living in Panama City Beach Florida, my husband was in jail and I was doing
the that I could to take care of my 3 children on my own. I was drinking alot due to stress. My 3 children got
taken away because of my family situation. So I started drinking and using drugs to fill the void, and
because I was depressed and very scared. Then I was in and out of jail alot after that. I was on the run from
the law as well. In 1998 my mother was killed while walking down the sidewalk. A car came up on the
sidewalk and ran over her. She lived for 2 days. I was on the run, working with the carnival with my husband
and called home every Sunday. Well she died on Friday and I called on Sunday and my father couldn't
even tell me because he was so upset. So my 14 year old sister had to tell me. All the details as well. After
that my life went to straight to Hell. I started using every day, not caring what happened to me or anyone
around me. I had nothing or no one. I wanted to die. I tried suicide several times. My mom and children
were my breath, my everything. So I got real crazy, started going stupid.
I ended up in prison in Florida; Lowell C.I. There I found God. I stayed with God then got out and stayed
clean for awhile. Then I started using again and was in and out of jail. My fathers health was getting pretty
bad at this point. He had a motorcycle accident in 1992 and died 4 times. He had to learn how to walk, talk
and eveb eat all over again. They said he would be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. But due to his
strong willpower he proved them wrong. He was even going deer hunting in a few years.(But still drinking
heavy) They had him on alot of strong medication, like Morphine, Oxycontin, Valium, and Loracet.
Well I got in with a very heavy drug crowd, started selling and was using as well. I was looking at prison time
so I was on the run. One day my Dad called me and was out of medication and really sick (DT's). He asked
me to get him something for the pain. I told him all I had was crack. He had always been so against crack
because he had seen what it had done to my life. So it really shocked and devastated me when he asked
me to bring him some. He was crying and hurting bad. I found out later that he had been doing Ice with one
of his friends. I told him that it was real dangerous to mix uppers and downers because that could blow your
heart up. Well, I got put in jail, sentenced to prison and his health got worse. He started using more, wasn't
eating and lost alot of weight. But he was coming to visit me alot and he came on Sunday November 5,
2005 and the next Sunday my brother came and told me he was found dead. Self-induced heart attack.
You see, I blame myself, because I led him to the drugs. I introduced him to the big drug man. I even asked
the man to get him what he needed.
It still hurts to know he's gone but, God has given me peace. My mom died ( got killed) in 1997 and dad still
loved her. My sister kept her ashes and he wanted them buried with him. So theyare together again. And
god says we will meet again. My goal is to stay straight, do what God says and I'll see them again.
Point is there's no drug worth the pain that it brings! God is the only cure. Believe and you will receive
healing - not through drugs and Satan
Tiya Renee' Dawson
____________________________________________________________________________________
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