A Day in the Life of a Methamphetamine User
One of our recovering staff members shares what it's like to binge on meth. He has since found recovery from meth addiction. He is free and he can help you become free as well.
A Day in the Life of a Methamphetamine User
I take a break from working on my car. I
still haven’t found the rattling noise inside my dashboard. I’m also in the
process of installing a better CD player while I’m at it. I light up a
cigarette, crack a beer and spot my hedge trimmers. I set my cold beer down next
to two warm ones and pick up the trimmers. I knew I forgot to do something. The
shrubs out front need trimming. I start to trim the shrubs and see that the tree
out front is looking a little shabby and could use a few branches cut. I flick
my cigarette and go trade the trimmers for my tree pruners with the telescope
handle to get those high branches. I 
light up a smoke take a sip of beer and
head to the tree and trim a few branches. [This may seem okay for a Sunday
afternoon but it’s actually four in the morning.]
The sweat is dripping from my head and I can’t seem to get enough to drink or smoke. I’ve been doing Methamphetamine for so long that the shadow people I see in my peripheral vision are welcomed. As I sit at my work bench and sharpening my darts I hear a loud thumping sound. At first I think it is that police helicopter that is always following me, but I realize that it’s my heart pounding in my chest. I think that’s alright; at least its working. Being so late I realize that I should get some sleep since I have to leave for work at six. First I better put my dashboard back in my car so I can listen to some tunes on my way to work. I’ll get the new stolen stereo put in tomorrow and find that damn rattling noise. As I have said before, I’ll sleep when I’m dead. Where’s that beer?
Methamphetamine Recovery
This was my life on Methamphetamine. Does it sound like your life? Maybe life is not the correct term, because this is no way to live. My existence was pure insanity. The above description was one of my mellow days hanging out at my house which wasn’t often. I was usually out wheeling and dealing selling Meth so I could do more Meth. It was a vicious circle that brought me to my knees.
Thank God the federal government picked me up and placed me in prison. I received a 12 year sentence because I didn’t get the 12 Steps.
Trust me when I say to learn the 12 steps is much easier than doing 12 years. If you would like to get off of Methamphetamine and into sobriety but want to keep your career in tact without losing a day of work please join me at Sober Living By The Sea’s Intensive Outpatient Program (IOP).
