My Horrible Experience with Meth

by Rhiannon

In the Small town that I live in, there's absolutely nothing to do and boredom gets the best of everyone. I think it started when I got into the "wrong" group at school. these people were my friends and I guess I felt that I could trust them. When the subject of drugs came up they all made it seem okay and like we were all very "in control."

After being with these people for almost a year, I started doing meth after the guy I was dating started doing it. For months I said no to it. Every time our friends would do it, I would try not to. One night my curiosity got the best of me and I decided to try it. We smoked it out of a broken lightbulb with a hotrail (looks like a crackpipe). This made me feel guilty and nasty because of the fact that i had despised this type of drug for a long time. But my worries and guilt quickly subsided. I felt great! I wanted to stand up run around and move. My boyfriend at that time was so used to it he didn't get as excited as I. He thought it was funny and loved the fact that we now shared yet another interest: smoking ice. We walked around and talked for what felt like hours. After about 2 hours we wanted more. We called up the guy that we had got it from and demanded he bring us more.

This cycle went on for about three weeks. I would get paid and my friends would scrounge up money so we could party all weekend with our new best friend, crystal meth.

It was one of the next Saturday night that ice changed me forever. We all went to a party. My friend M and my boyfriend J, met me at the party and we bought 1 1/2 grams of ice (about 300 dollars worth) we split it up according to how much everyone put in individually. I got about 1/2 of a gram. We danced and had a great time.

The party ended earlier than expected so J and I went back to my house and over a period of about 2 hours, we smoked the whole sack. I did about 2 times as much as he did though. He went home at about 2AM and I stayed up all night. i listened to music, talked my brothers ear off for like 3 hours and then went to lay down. i couldn't sleep no matter how hard I tried. When about 10 am came around my parents got up and I felt like shit.

I couldn't believe it. As soon as a started crashing, I started throwing up white foam. I couldn't stop. I threw up about 10 times over one hour. My heart was racing and I passed out. That's when I decided to tell my Mom what had happened. After freaking out at the site of me (I looked like a train wreck) she took me to the hospital. There, they stuck and IV in me and that's all I can remember.

When I came to, the doctor told me I was lucky, because I almost died. He said I basically OD'ed on ice and I was a very lucky girl. Since then I have dramatically changed my life. I told my friends I wanted to quit and they basically disowned me. My boyfriend broke up with me when I decided to quit. I haven't done ice since that night and I will never touch it again.

I still fiend for it everyday. when someone mentions ice, it always gets my attention. I can't be around people that are doing it. I wrote this hoping that maybe it would help at least one person. People told me ice was very safe, but I learned the hard way that it isn't.

So please be use this substance with complete caution.

Bottom Line: Don't Do It - It's not worth it.