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Once Upon a Time
“I remember before I tried meth, I asked people what it was like. They said “it’s like a burst of energy, a rush that takes your breath, it’s the best feeling ever, I don’t know how to explain it really.’ And they were right, but now if someone were to ever ask me what it’s like, I would tell them.. ‘It’s like spending every single penny you ever had, on drugs. It’s like going days without eating even though you were starving, but you needed dope more. It’s like having to lie to every family and friend you had ever had. It’s like waking up hating yourself from the shame and guilt. It’s like going into withdrawals every 8 hours unless you had more dope to do. (And you usually didn’t) It’s like never attending any family event because you were too high or too sick. It’s like everyone eventually stopped inviting you to events. And even talking to you. It's like crying yourself to sleep every single night because your children got taken. It’s like knowing you have one more chance to get better before your child gets adopted and still choosing that bag. It's like asking others how your own blood child is doing. It's watching everyone around you succeed and yet you’re crumbling. It’s like everything was on your drug dealers time. If they said five hours. You’ll wait five hours in a car. It’s like stealing everything worth value for dope. No matter how sentimental it was to you, or someone else. It’s like losing so much weight you can’t fit into any of your clothes. It’s like losing everything you’ve ever owned in your entire life. It’s like nobody believing a word you said, even if it was the truth. It’s like being a prisoner inside your own head. It’s like contemplating suicide every single day. It’s like never being scared to die, because that’s what you wanted. It’s like trying to shut your brain up for even five minutes. It was worth that little time of peace. It’s like seeing your family cry for you to stop, only for you to leave and go get high. Because stopping wasn’t an option. It wasn’t possible. It’s like you’d do absolutely anything for more. And you did. It’s like everyone hating you no matter where you went, because they knew you were a drug addict. You'll miss out on your children and they'll be grown before you Know it. You'd kill for your child and do any and everything for them yet you won't be able to get clean for them and we actually turn out to be the ones who hurt them the most.
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