Hello. I will share my story in segments. All I ask is that you please do not judge me. Here goes. This is not easy for me as I have never even admitted that I was a junkie. I know meth is bad and it tears up communities and destroys family...which is one of our very basic living structures that we as humans need to be happy. I mean truly happy. I went from doing just a little on the weekend just to get more work done. At least this is what I told myself, to using every second of every minute of every hour of everyday. It consumes your day to day activities, be it work, play whatever and it becomes NUMBER ONE! The realm problem with it other than the obvious, is that it takes ones long term goals out of the picture...so you truly live day by day. There are a lot of people who use it as excuse for everything that they do wrong, I.e. steal,rob, or whatever. In fact, and here comes some brutal honesty, it really just accentuates ones character, that is lying inside oneself just waiting to come out. You ever heard the saying "Drunk mans words are a sober mans thoughts!" Kinda the same thing but on a self destructive level. I have never stolen from my parents... although most of meth users have stolen from their parents. I did the drug because news flash I LIKED IT. There I said it. I to this day like it... but I have realized that it hurts me, and my family so I choose not to do it. I had to make a few decisions. 1) I NEEDED TO BE IN CHARGE OF MY LIFE 2) i WAS HURTING EVERYONE THAT I LOVED AND LOVED ME 3)QUIT, PRISON, DIE Closing for now but everyone think about number three and I will continue a little later on. Thanks everyone "Be Easy!'