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Name = Adam
Email = babe_juno_cherry@yahoo.com
Testimony = I started to use meth at age 14. I used alot. I quit going to school, quit going home. I was
already on probation at this time and so they put out a warent for my arest. I went on the run for six
mounths. I used heavly this whole time. I only use meth for three years but I was high all the time. I ended
up in a juvinal corections facility for one year and know at job corps. when I first got put in jail the doctor
told me at the rate I was going I would have not live for another year. I reameber one night very well. It was
a Tuesday night I smoked a eightball by myself then this lady wanted to sudues me started giving me
coffe. I did not think anything of it tell later I found out that she gave me another eightball in the first three
cups of coffe and the last two had X. I tried to walk home because I didnot feel good. I left that ladys house
at about 1am ON WEDNESDAY and I keep passing out on my way home in the allys I got home tursday at
about 8am. My mom took m!
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Name = Crystal
Email = crissy0502@yahoo.com
Testimony = My best friend used Ice it and her boyfriend, like a brother to me, sold it. I tried Meth for the
first time in May of 2005, I was 135 lbs.  I will never forget the rush and intense feeling it gave me.  I felt
sooo happy and talkative and alive... like I could do anything.  I realized that I couldnt sleep on it so I
decided I would "only do it on the weekend".... that didnt last very long.  Before we knew it, my boyfriend
and I were doing it everyday and would wake up in the middle of the night and call our dealer.  Its very
easy to tell you are high on Meth- so we isolated our selves to friends that shared the same intrest- Ice...
Friends and family noticed my intense weight loss and lack of interest in them... by December of 2005 My
parents had seen enough... I had shriveled down to 105 lbs and I was not the same person they once
knew... When I got the phone cal at 11:00 that night and they wanted to see me right then, because they
could tell i was all high on !
ice, I knew something was going to happen.  I went to my parents house alone.. they confronted me with a
detailed copy of my cell phone bill with calls everyday all that month, at all hours of the night to my dealer..
they knew him personally...He denied ever giving me anything to them...and  I denied doing it and denied
being high, and lied and lied and lied until I was blue in the face.  They wanted to give me a drug test--
Here I am almost 19, Who are they to make me take a drug test?~~ But they are paying for my 2004 Ford
Mustang I got for graduating a year early with High Honors and a Full Payed Scholarship I had earned in
2004.  I REFUSED... my dad drug me to the truck and long story short- I failed the drud test- positive for
Methamphetamine- they held me against my will for a week... The first three days I crashed-- I did not
wake up at all- after being up for 5-6 days at a time- this was normal for me.  My parents didnt know what
to do... they took away my brandnew!
car and told me I couldnt be with my boyfriend.. finally family knew
what was going on and the authorities were notified that I was there against my will.... even with drugs
being envolved.. I was an adult- THEY HAD TO LET GO... I lost everything to Meth-- MY FRIENDS,
FAMILY, CAR, SCHOLARSHIP, AND TRUST OF MANY... I left my parents, got back with my boyfriend and
a couple weeks later I found out I was pregnant.. My boyfriend and I quit completely.... THANK GOD... We
got ourselves away from the crowd and focused on our knew baby... He TRULY SAVED MY LIFE...  There
have been a couple relapses in the past 2 years--- but this is now 2007 and I am drug free.. and My best
friend is also clean for 1 YEAR now... her ex-boyfriend is facing a 5 year sentence for possession of
Methamphetamines with intent to distribute, its a shame... So, I beg you-Be strong- dont let this drug get a
hold of you-- it is NOT a recreational drug--- it DOES change you-- AND YOU WILL NEVER BE THE
SAME-- I still dream about it, I still think about it,,, Dont make the same mi!
stake I did and have to sacrifice everything.
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Testimony-

At the age of 40, after years of erosion, I found myself facing a mirror with very little other than what I had
when I entered this world.  Not only that I found myself persecuted, cast out, judged and generally spoken
about as if I were a non-entity with no voice.  I am someone who has AIDS, is a minority, a crystal meth
addict and soon to be a felon.  I have to pause for a moment as a I type to really take in this disclosure as I
decide how I would like to speak to you about the miracle of Christ in my life and the pain that I feel right
now as I look at the words that are in front of me.

I love Jesus Christ so much.  It has taken me so long to say those words.  God was my love, Jesus was
someone that I couldn’t seem to meet.  I had erected a wall about waist high because of ignorant beliefs
formed by me because of my own prejudices and inability to just let go and let Jesus love me.  I wanted to
say this to you right away before I address my life and the reasons that I want to share with you.  There
are
so many reasons that we all should feel blessed and I hope that by sharing with you I can help you treat
your own life more kindly or reach out and care for someone who may be completely foreign to you but so
in need of your love.

This afternoon I had to relive my disease of HIV again in a very real and angry way.   I had my usual
doctor’
s appointment but I also had to deal with an accusatory issue that is private and extremely personal.  
When
I learned of my disease in 1989 I was two weeks away from graduation at Florida State University and
completely unable to deal with the knowledge that I now had a terminal virus.  For six years I lived in denial
and shared this information with no one, including a friend that I lived with.  That man is now also HIV
positive.  I have always lived with the guilt of infecting him and accepted the responsibility for having done
so though I did handle him and me responsibly.  If infection occurred, the only way that it could have
possibly have happened was by the sharing of a razor blade.  I am also not privilege to information about
his private life with others.  The person that I was at 22 and 27 years old doesn’t remotely resemble the
man I am now nor is the world of AIDS the same.  I don’t try and excuse my decision to hide my diagnosis
and I do hold myself accountable.  I also understand that my original diagnosis occurred in an era prior to
Ryan White, Magic Johnson, the Clintons, the movie Philadelphia and a lot of other progressive, brave
announcements and acts.  Now, ten years after I notified him of my disease others have come forward with
an accusatory finger claiming that I am responsible for their disease because of my silence.  What I do
know is this, I have accepted Christ, and I have been forgiven.  What happens outside of this forgiveness
is
secondary.  My choice is to defend my responsible behavior and understand the anger and anxiety of
others.  I have always lived with the shame and regret of not being the courageous young man that could
have handled his friend honorably at the beginning of that relationship.  It makes me sad to know that this
topic is what is what I share with you when I speak about my disease instead of the miracle of life.  I am not
supposed to be alive.  In 1996 I was given two years to live.  I went through six months of chemotherapy for
the cancer Kaposi Sarcoma that covered 100% of my body as well as treatment for just about every other
symptomatic and asymptomatic illness you can think of.  During this time my entire life changed and the
person who couldn’t acknowledge his HIV at all found out that he had more strength that he could have
possibly imagined.  I also realized that the God that I had lost during my young adulthood was very much
with me.  It was a time of revelation for me and a time when I thought I redefined myself.  I had no idea what
God really had in store for me.  What I do know about the person that emerged from that crisis is that he
was so grateful for life.  I decided to lose the falsehoods from my past, live honestly with honor and
integrity.  I learned to pay attention and respect friends and family and for the next few years life was a
very
happy and fruitful place.

The people that taught me how to survive and manage HIV also taught me a lot about myself and how to
deal with someone, myself,  who had become very bitter, angry and afraid.  I found a God that loved me
and a way to pray to him.  Along with that came a way to accept and love myself.  My relationships with
friends and family improved greatly and my career accelerated.  I tried to live each day to the fullest and
embrace life completely.  I was very conscientious of the way that I treated another tending to play the role
of the ever present “savior.”  I was always there to lend a hand and if not I certainly had a benevolent
opinion on everything.  All of this would probably have served me well for the rest of my life with the
exception of one issue.  I took my first drink at the age of thirteen and smoked my first joint at fifteen.  My
long standing tradition of drinking and drugging abated when I was healing from AIDS but as soon as I was
able to “celebrate” again I hopped right back on the roller coaster and hit the party circuit.  For several
years what I thought was harmless celebration set the stage for the most heartbreaking experiences of my
life.

In 1999 I landed a six figure job, was debt free, actually had a savings account, ordered my first new luxury
car, learned how to inject crystal meth and went bankrupt.  I met someone that I didn’t know who needed a
lot of help and I thought I could turn things around for him and his restaurant.  Unfortunately for me, this
man was a meth addict and the more involved I became in his life the more involved I became in the use of
the drug crystal meth.  Crystal meth is Satan.  It is decaying.  It destroys your morals, your values, and
your
honor.  It corrupts your mind in a way that is unnoticed by you until it is too late.  It will destroy your body,
your family, your friendships and your bank accounts.  As it is speed, your body becomes physically
addicted to it.  You become dependent on it to get through the work week and social interaction is
something so far removed from what the church can bear that I shouldn’t speak of it.  I first recovered in
2001 and achieved a year of sobriety.  I then relapsed, recovered again, then relapsed again, and
recovered again.  Right now, I am so blessed that I can share these words to you with such conviction and
understand that because of my relationship with Jesus Christ my life will never be the same again.   

On October 17 of last year I relapsed and wrecked my father’s automobile in the parking lot of a grocery
store.  I collided with a lamp pole head on and totaled the car.  I sat with my broken toe for a few minutes
and watched to car still running as coolant and oil ran towards me.  It was the most surreal thing I have
seen in my life.  I got up and remember thinking that I need to turn off the ignition but the car could ignite.  I
got in the car anyway; I took the chance because I didn’t care.  I went into the grocery store and asked the
manager to call the police and when they arrived I turned myself in.  
For the next couple of months I enjoyed the hospitality of the Henry County Jail and for differing reasons
was kept in solitary confinement the entire time.  Here is the thing, before I was moved another prisoner
noticed me crying and asked me if I would like to pray.  We did and he was kind enough to share his bible
with me.  When I was moved to a cell alone they brought the bible to me and I had it to read.  I suppose the
rod of God is sometimes the only thing that can awaken someone like me.  I am glad he was by my side
night and day during my stay.   He also delivered my mother and father as well.  Facing them in a jail
uniform was truly the unthinkable but now I really know that God must have been so determined to see me
delivered from jail to him.  I really believe that.  Eventually, my father did allow my mother to bond me out of
jail and I went to rehab for a month.  Now I face charges and probation but I am so happy that this has
happened to me.  This I mean and I really want all of you to really understand this.  I am so incredibly
grateful to know that my life has changed forever.  I decided this when I faced the police that night and
went
to jail.  I needed their help.  Jail was an experience I will never repeat but will never forget.  God has never
been clearer and yes, I have been told that all jailbirds say that.  On Easter Sunday I plan to publicly
accept
Christ and I know that I am never going to be the same man again.  I have so many battles ahead of me
but
I know that this man that is standing before you is blessed.

I don’t have much left.  I didn’t get to buy a home, the car is long gone, the watches were stolen and the
clothes have come back, gone out of style and then come back again, and friendships died.  However, I
have my life, my family and my God.  On Ash Wednesday I prayed to Jesus that he and I would strengthen
our relationship.  I did not realize that I would end up making a decision that would strengthen me and
change me for the rest of my life.  I am someone who has already gone through profound changes.  I
fought death and won when I battled cancer and AIDS.  Yes, as I mentioned God was present, but now I
am
a Jesus Freak!  I am loving this!   Not only that, it is such a beautiful and lasting decision that is brings
tears
to my eyes and peace to a deeply troubled mind.   My daily struggle with mental illness isn’t arrested but it
is managed and I do have hope that I will return to a productive life.  I have a goal of attending school
again
at Georgia State University this fall in hope of earning another Bachelors degree.  Knowing that I once had
an extremely intelligent mind and not knowing if I will be capable of successfully completing this goal is
frustrating.  However, I have faith and I believe in perseverance.

Did I tell you that I love Jesus Christ?  Well I do.  You will have to forgive me for repeating myself; though
my blond hair is a dye job gone bad I tend to get a little dizzy.  God has worked so many miracles in my
life.  
I am alive and speaking to you as a testimony of the miracle of God’s love.  I am a difficult man in many
ways and there are many people from my past who do not love me anymore.  I am a child of God, human,
with flaws that are irreparable and mine alone.   I accept this as part of me and seek to improve myself and
my life whenever and wherever possible.  That is my responsibility.  It is also my responsibility to contribute
to this world and work to become a Christian man who can offer his helping hand to another.  What I need
are new communities of believers who can help me become the Christian that I need to be.  I am committed
to finding those men and women and I will continue sharing myself and studying in hope that I will find that
fellowship.  I know that many people have supported me with prayer and outreach and not only has it been
felt but greatly appreciated.  Thank you for helping a hurt and broken man solidify something so beautiful
and precious.  He is humble before you in gratitude.

MM.
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Name = lisa savage
Email = lisasavag@gmail.com
Testimony = Today I am seventeen days clean.  That may not sound like alot to most but for me its a
blessing from God.  I started using meth about 12 years ago.  At first I only used on the weekends or if I
had alot to do then before I realized it became a daily addiction.  Yes me, I graduated in the top 5 of my
class in college, I have an associates degree in Human Resources, I have always had good jobs with alot
of
responsibility.  But yet I slipped into this terrible life style of daily use of this powerful drug called meth.  
And
to top things off at the age of 43 I became pregnant with my second son, Cooper. My first son is 22.  I was
able to quit for 6-7 months during my pregnancy but at the end I foolishly used the day my water broke
with
my precious son. Thanks to the good lord Cooper was 8lbs at birth and is completely healthy. Cooper is
my
blessing from God.   I do ask the Good Lord each day for forgiveness and thank him for Both my
children.  
And at just 17 days cl!
ean, I dont even think of going back to that terrible,miserable lifestyle.  Because with each passing day my
energy is coming back. And I also can look people in the eye now because the hidden facts are out.  If you
need help please just ask. Dont be afraid or ashame.  I only wished I had asked sooner.  People cant help
unless they know.
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Name = Stacey Bitz
Email = sbitz@abe.midco.net
Testimony = Hi my name is Stacey and I am an addict.  I have been clean now for a little over 5 years.  
Meth really messed up my life.  I know now that I was so selfish all I cared about me and my drugs.  I
obviously didn't know how to love.  All my boyfriends were drug dealers-of course until they went to jail
then
I would just find a bigger and better dealer.  I did everything I didn't want to do.  I snorted it, smoked it,
injected it--and that's when it really started going downhill.  I stole money from my family, ripped off my
friends, lied to everyone.  Oh but I had a lot of friends!!  I used everyday and if I didn't have any I would
just
go crazy I was very irretable.  One time I even drove myself to the emergency room because I thought
something was wrong with me-instead I found out most of the pain was in my head and I was overdosing.  
My bloodpressure was so high they thought I was gonna have a stroke.  Nope that didn't phase me I still
wanted more.  You can't think!
.  After awhile this sounds crazy but I didn't even know what was real anymore.  I was driving to another
state even after I'd been up for days.  I would see all kinds of things on the road that of coarse really
wasn't
there.  I could have killed someone.  But again I wasn't thinking about that.  I finally got busted and knew I
was going to prison.  I think it was a God thing because it saved my life.  I didn't know how to get away from
drugs.  Today life is still hard living life on life's terms.  I can't remember hardly anything.  I can't even
remember some of the names of people I use to hang out with.  But that is okay.  Today I am 30 years
old.  
I was 23 when I got busted and was away for 3 years.  Today I have a little girl.  Who I hope never gets in
to
that terrible stuff.  I have to go to Narcotics Anonymous meeting just to stay sane and to hear others
stories
that are alot like mine.  I also have a sponsor and work the 12 steps.  It really made a huge difference in!
my life.  Because when I got out of prison I didn't even know how to
act without being on drugs-or to talk to people.  I am really bad at keeping a conversation going.  I am still
very irretable, but I don't act out on my disease.  I know I am only 1 use away of maybe killing myself.  And
today I don't want to die, today I have a lot to live for.  I am truly a law abiding citizen today.  Oh, and it is
really hard for me to find a good job-because nobody wants to hire a felon.  Today I also speak in jails and
at treatment centers.  If I could just get to one addict and maybe save their life that would be great.  Drugs
are not worth it.  They mess up your whole life.  Any clean addict is a miracle.  Good Luck and please get
the help you need-so your family dosen't have to suffer like mine did.  It seriously broke my mom and dad's
hearts.  I feel so terrible for all that I have done to them and put them through.  I don't wish that upon
anyone.
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Name = Guenther Krumminga
Email = gkrumminga@info-filter.com
Testimony = New Book On a Family's Fight Against Meth

Good morning.

My name is Guenther Krumminga, and I work on various projects for Virgin Books USA. The reason I'm
writing you today is because of an important new book being published this week that I think anyone
involved -- either personally or professionally -- in the fight against drug abuse will want to know about.

The name of the book is "Loss of Innocence: A Daughter's Journey into the Underworld of Meth and a
Father's Fight to Bring Her Back" and is actually written by the father and daughter, Ron and Carren Clem,
of the title. The book tells the harrowing story of a family nearly torn apart when their 15-year-old daughter
becomes addicted to Meth. It's a tale full of ironies: Ron Clem was himself a former LA cop and narcotics
expert, and the family had moved to rural Montana in large part because of its wholesome atmosphere.
But
what's most remarkable about the book is that we have the rare opportunity to hear the story from both the
point of view of a teenager so desperate to feed her habit that she's turned to stealing, dealing and even
prostitution – and a father so intent on saving her that he literally risks everything to do so.

The book will be available at local stores and online booksellers like Amazon.com and BarnesandNoble.
com. This is really an amazing book, brutally honest in it's portrayal of what can happen to even the "best"
of families. But the fact that Carren Clem ultimately is able to come clean and resume her life (she now
works in Yellowstone National Park) offers a true message of hope and makes the book a must-read for
anyone grappling with similar issues. At least that's the way I felt after reading it.

We'd love if you'd let others you think might find the book interesting/useful know about it; perhaps you’d
consider sending out something to your listserve or posting something on your website or blog. And if you’
d
like to include an image of the book cover – or have any questions – please feel free to email me at:
gkrumminga@info-filter.com

Thanks for your help. Best regards, Guenther Krumminga/Virgin Books USA
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The first time I ever tried meth all I could think to myself is "THIS is the feeling I have been waiting for all of
my life". And it was. I know everyone has their own sob stories, but on this particular day I felt like complete
shit.
Me and my boyfriend had just broken up, things with my family were turning to shit, and I was just looking
for some sort of outlet. Up until this point in my life I had only used marijuana and various pills, and meth
was the one drug I had always told myself I would never try. I had seen all the documentaries and articles
and websites showing you pictures of what those people looked like and how their lives were, and I didn't
ever want that to be me. I scorned at friends I had who used the drug and told them they were stupid for
ever trying it. Now I was going to turn into that person.
I was spending the day with one of my highschool friends. We were sitting at her mom's house calling
people up trying to find some weed. After a couple hours and no such luck, she said "Let's try and get
some speed". I didn't even hesitate. Within an hour we got a hold of a friend of mine who I knew sold it,
and
we met her at a gas station a couple miles away. We bought $40 worth and then precided to drive to a
smoke shop where we bought two glass pipes. We then drove back to my friend's house where we started
to smoke the first sack. I was a bit nervous at first but after taking the first few hits I started to feel really,
really good. I felt really energetic and open and happy. Like nothing could go wrong and all my problems
were going away, one by one. We smoked all of the first sack within about 45 minutes. I then told my
friend I
was going to leave and then drove to meet up with my ex. Although I was still really high at this point,
seeing
my ex(who I has just broken u!
p with that day) brought back a lot of negative emotions and I started to cry and feel like bad again. We
then smoked some of the meth together and started talking openly about our breakup and I started feeling
good again. After driving him home I went home myself. At this point I had smoked most of the meth I had
bought that day and I was really tripping out. My heart was racing what felt like a thousand beats per
minute, my teeth were grinding, my jaw was aching, and I was talking really, really fast. I was up for most of
the night either talking to myself or calling up other people to talk to. I just couldn't stop talking no matter
how hard I tried. I would go over details of the day, over and over and over again. Somewhere around 3 in
the morning I started to comedown. This is the part that no one told me about. I would be burning up one
moment and then have cold sweats the next. My body and face ached and my head was throbbing in
pain. I
then proceeded to throw up whit! The stuff which really scared me. I eventually, after hours of agony,
drifted off to sleep.
Now some people, after an episode like this, might not try this drug again, but I wasn't that smart. After the
next few months my habit got worse and worse. I was using meth more and more everyday. I had lost tons
of wait and for the most part any pigment I had in my skin was gone. All I could think about was finding it,
buying it, and smoking it. I spent all of my money on it and could not afford to pay the few bills I had while
still living at my parent's house. I was constantly making up excuses to get money from my parent's, and
then never paying them back as promised. Sometimes stealing if I had too.
One day something inside me just clicked. I didn't want to be THAT person anymore. I was so tired of the
sleepless nights, the horrible comedowns, always feeling sick when I couldn't find it, having no money, just
always NEEDING it. And I just stopped. Thank God for my willpower because if I hadn't stopped that day, I
don't know when I would have.
---anonymous
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Name = Ellen
Email = soft_angel27@yahoo.com
Testimony = I have read everyone's testimonies and they have all touched my heart. I have watched meth
destroy everyone I know. I live in the meth capital, "Polk County FL." Almost everyone I used to hang with
in
High School is on meth. I am really worried about my best friend. I don't wanna say her name, but let me
tell
ya...she is a beautiful girl. Meth is making her look pretty bad. I do not hang aroung anyone that is on
meth,
but when it comes to my family I just can't turn my back on them,and she is family to me. She has lost alot
of
weight, and lost the twinkle in her eyes. She has wrinkles on her forehead and around her mouth, that just
appeared in the last two weeks. Her teeth don't look bad yet but she is always doing this weird thing with
her mouth. She sways when she talks, and I am so scared for her. If she keeps this up she won't be pretty
at all. I love her but I don't trust her to live with me because I am afraid she will steal from me to get drugs.
When she s!
hows up at my apartment we just talk about old times, but when she needs a shower or food I take care of
her. I HATE METH!!!!! I don't hate the users because I know they are sick, but this drug will always be
around so it is up to US and GOD to educate as much as we can. I try to talk to my best friend about it. I
will
show her this website. Thank God for this website.
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Name = Elyse
Testimony = Crystal meth is something I've always wanted to try. So when my friend said they were going
to
a party where their friends sometimes give lines for free, I jumped at the opportunity.

The party started out normal. People drinking, chatting, lauhging, having fun. Then the Crystal Meth
Dealer
of the group showed up. Everyone flocked to him and tried to get his attention... it was almost sad...

Well, I smoked a bunch out of a lightbulb, and to tell you the honest truth, I didn't feel a thing. Not a damn
thing. So I kept on doing more and more hits.

Later in the night (around 3 in the morning), the meth was kicked in with everyone. In case you didn't
notice
this lovely little detail about meth users, sometimes it can make them extrememely violent. One of my male
friends backed me into a corner and started to harrass me and yell at me and tell me "You're Mine". Note-
he was never like this before!!! Being a little bit high, (but just a little), I got paranoid and worried for hours
that he was going to kill me.

Well the agression was just beginning, between the 20+ men that were at the party, just about every one
was outside shoving and yelling and trying to fight. At one point, somebody PULLED A GUN to shoot these
people that were once his friends!! Luckily, a larger friend of mine was able to wrestle it out of his hands.

Me and my girlfriends got nervous, and left with her friend Paul (name changed). Where we smoke more
crystal meth. My friends left and it was just me and Paul. I got frustrated with not feeling very high, so I
decided to try snorting a line.

That was very very very painful. It felt like razorblades in my nose. and then it turned the whole side of my
head where I had snorted it completely numb and tingly. I began to feel high very quickly.

Well, another little fact about meth, you dont think like you normally do. Paul and I hooked up and we
would
have never done it before (it was sooo akward and embarrassing after the high was gone or fading. we
were like brother and sister!)

As if this isn't all enough, an hour or so after the Paul incident, I began to break out in severe cold sweats.
I
was shaking so hard. My legs were shaking, my eyes were burning and my entire body felt limp and weak.
My heart began beating faster and my chest was on fire. Plus, I had the most akward tense, gripping
muscle pain in my jaw and it kept moving involuntarily. It was the most uncomfortable, nervous, painful,
anxious, sick, nauseated 8 hours of my life while I waited for the "high" to leave.

And funny thing is, after the 8 hours of hell, all I wanted to do was snort another line. Go figure that one.

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD- DO NOT TRY METH!!!
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Name = Daniel Cochran
Testimony = ive allways been the one to say no to drugs... but being a 17 year old kid isint that easy. even
when it comes to peer presure. the first time i did speed it was extacy! i told myself i had never felt better in
my life! but as the days went on it was not as great as the first time and was only getting worse. i soon fell
into the hell that i created for myself and could only care about that one thing that made me want to live
another day... meth. 3 months into it, i finally came to a conclution that if i continued to use speed i would
most deffinitly die. my life took a drastic turn that day, and i have been sober since. i know now that it
wasent just me who took that huge step to sobriety, but god who sent me the sign.
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comments = “How To Have Perfect Anti-Meth Talks”

© 2007 Michael A. Sadler                            Reading time: 15 seconds.

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Saturday morning at 9:00...

Today, a father and son will have “THEIR FIRST ANTI-METH TALK.”
But it won’t sound like a meth talk. Remarkably too, the boy won’t see it
coming or occurring. His dad pre-planned everything. Let’s eavesdrop.
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Dad: Good morning son. Everything good? Is your money holding out?

Billy (could be any age): No. It’s not. Can we talk about my allowance?
Last week you promised we would. Remember?

Dad: Okay, we’ll discuss it when I get back from my dentist. I’m leaving
now. And guy, we should talk closely more often. I’ve overlooked that.

Billy: Am I going to get a big raise?

Dad (going out the door): A big raise? If you deserve it. Oh! I hear the
Rolling Stones will be at Pier Five next week. Mom and I always enjoyed
them, but half the crowd will likely be on meth or something. Think so?

Billy: I don’t know. I’ve never been to a Stone’s concert. Have you?

Dad: Sure. When we went to concerts though they arrested pot smokers.
Cops could see the smoke--but ya’ can eat meth. I’ll be back soon. Bye.

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NOTE HOW CLEVERLY the subject of meth was opened; Dad did it
while going out the door too. Billy never saw it coming and didn’t flinch.
Still, who’d put up flak with an allowance raise in the works?

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Name = crystal
Email = BaByGaNgStA13L@aol.com
Testimony = ONE OF THE MANY SCARY TIMES ME AND METH HAD …
It was about 2:30 in the morning and I had already been up for 11 or 12 days (so I was already a little out
of
it ) and I was sitting in my room smoking a bowl with my two friends but as I was smoking a bowl I thought
that I had saw a happy family inside the pipe so I said the I wanted to kill that happy family because I wasn’t
happy and I was just saying that kind of stuff… so when we where done smoking I started picking my arms
(like usua1)(they where pretty bad looking)but my friends told me to stop and so my friends put this
medical
tape stuff on my arms so I would stop. Well after about two hours the medical tape started to melt away
because of the oils and I thought there was bugs in me and that I had no control and I wanted to kill my
friends because they put those bugs inside of me but I was freaking out hardcore… then all of a sudden I
blacked out and the next thing that I remember is me in the shower washing away the oils that I thought
where my imaginary friends a!
nd I remember this friend that I had and his name was paul and he told me not to wash him away because
he was my friend and I loved him just crazy stuff like that , then I got out of the shower and one of my
friends gave me an oxy cotton so I could calm down and get some sleep… finally I started to get drowsy
and talking to myself and I crashed out !!! I woke up about 5 hours later and I looked for my pipe and some
shit and dumbass me started to tweak again …
I thought I would have learned my lesson that meth can fuck you up hardcore but I didn’t !! but all my
years of tweaking that had never happened so it was scary …
I suggest to any one that meth is not what they want to do it can harm you very bad and maybe it doesn’t
the first day or second or even years but it will catch up to you some time. After 4 years I finally stoped and
I had a lot of mishaps in my meth days and I loved doing meth but it hurt me in the end im at rock bottom
now and it sucks I ended up in jail a couple times its not what you want to do it doesn’t just hurt yourself it
hurts every one around you…Crystal
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my life was always fun and exciting,growing up with 6 brothers something was always going on,their was
never a dull moment,thats where i got my nickname go go never bieng able to slow down or sit still.i was a
experimental and curious guy,my road to destruction started when i found beer,it changed my emotions
and made me feel strong and brave,it wasent long after beer that i tried pot,pot always made me tired so i
didnt care for it mutch only smoking it because my friends thought it was cool to get away with something
illegal,later i found coke and i fell in love,something that made me feel good and make me go faster than
normall,i spent many years snorting and eventually shooting cocaine,i spent all my and everyone elses
money copping my cocaine.i borrowed,lied and stole to get what i thought i needed,my dope.one night a
so
called friend had a line on a mirror and without looking at it i snorted it,he told me i was about to witness
my
best high ever.yes it was meth,and for the next 2 years i spent all day every day tweeking,smoking it,
snorting it,injecting it,even drinking it,i overdosed three times never thinking my life now belonged to the
meth devil.my real name is David but go go had completly taken over and the devil had me.on may 28th
2005 i was involved in a life changing accident.i wrecked my 4 wheeler,losing my left eye and paralized
from
my waiste down,i was in a coma for months waking up to not knowing who or where i was.to make this long
story short my lifelong prayers were answered for god to help me stop my drug abuse,im clean and sober
2
years today,im walking ,talking, even driving,god has worked extra hard proving to this addict that he is
real
and loves us,im called the miracle man here where i live,but the only miracle i know of is god bieng able to
pull me from my hole where i was bieng led to death,my email is djbhunts@frontiernet.net if you ever need
a shoulder or an ear email me and this recovering addict WILL listen.the only advise i give today is this,let
go and let god.your brother in christ,David ps.goodbye and so long to drug addict go go
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Name = Vernon F.
Email = vfoeller@yahoo.com
Testimony =  I turned 41 a couple weeks ago.Ive been clean and sober for 22 months now.I was 14 years
old the day I was introduced to meth by a trusted family member.By the age of 16 I was addicted to more
than the dope, I was strung out on the lifestyle.Almost everything in my life has been consumed with the
creation of, or use of this poison.
I Grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area. By 16 I was injecting meth 8 - 10 times a day. By 20 I was
paroling from my fist state prison term for dealing.Needless to say, that didn't slow me down.Now 7 prison
terms (and 5 numbers)later
I'm on parole again. I have seen things that would horrify even the hardest person. Everybody I have ever
known has either been a dealer or cook. I was both.I have finally learned my lesson.If I ever get into
trouble again, I will be going away for life. California 3 strikes is no joke. Now, at 41, I am HIV positive
(Needles), have AIDS, high blood pressure, false teeth, chronic depression, nerve problems, and a
degenerative bone disease caused by Long,long term meth abuse. And now not one minute goes by that
I am not in pain.I hope this quite edited version of my life stands as a warning to any active user or addict.
QUIT !!!
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Name = Melissa
Email = camokitty83@verizon.net
Testimony = I started using Meth (ICE) when I was 22 year old.. I was dating this guy for a few years and
also used meth every day... I use to think how stupid that was for wanting to be up all night and for days at
a time... I would get up set when he would come down and sleep for hours/days... I had a great job
working for Sprint. I was a Manager and my boyfriend owned his own landscaping business and also sold
drugs on the side to make extra money. I remember one day sitting at our kitchen table with him and one
of his close friends and he was like come on Melissa just do it.... I finally gave in and did it... The feeling
was so intense and felt so good. I said to my self wow I was missing out on this all these years of dating
him... I wanted to just keep it a weekend thing because I didn't want it to interfear with my job. Well it
turned out I would do it on sunday night and want more for monday when I had to go to work. It was
crazy... I didn't think that I would be so !
addicited to it as I have seen other people who would come to our house to buy ICE from my boyfriend. I
could not live with out ICE. I would cry, kick and screem and get all pissed off if I could not just get another
hit.. My boyfriend saw what it was doing to me and he was ashamed of hiself for even introducing me to
this drug. I remember sitting at work and I got popped with a random drug test. I was up shit creek from
there, but I though all well we own our oun landscaping business and we lived in florida and he is a drug
dealer we can make ends meet...Needless to say I lost my job... My parent starting seeing me losing alot
of weight.. I know weighing only 110 lbs isn't much but my weight dropped down to 87lbs...On top of that
my father is a cop. Things got really bad... It wasn't all great as I thought it would be. My boyfriend at the
time started not coming home he was out chasing the drugs and then he started to hit me and abuse the
hell out of me... I left and went !
to stay with my parents.. When i did they took away my car so I couldn
t go back to him.. Well the ICE was way more important and I left my parents and went back to my ex
boyfriend.. Thing just kept going down hill from there. We had four 4-wheelers, jet ski, go carts and really
nice things... Then he just started one by one giving things away to other drug dealers so he can get
more ICE for us and to sell to other people. We had a awesome 1999 Ford F-150 and we lost that due to
we couldnt make the payments on it anymore... We had to sell our house because we couldn't make that
payment any more either and on top of that we sold our business that we worked very hard at... We where
living out of hotels it was a mess. My boyfriend treated me like pure shit because all he wanted was ICE.
We finally got a Condo and was living on the beach... Thinking that  okay things will get better again but
they just went all down hill from there. He got busted one night driving home after picking up some really
good ICE. Thank god that my best friend was there w!
ith me when it all happend. Getting that Call from the cops was the worst feeling. I knew I had to change. I
needed out because I knew that I would end up in jail or be 6 feet under. My boyfriend was released the
next day from jail and we went to pick him up. My family had planned to go on vacation in a few weeks and
they wanted me to go with them. I wasn't so sure if I wanted to go because I thought how can I go with out
ICE. I was on it everyday for 2 years. Well I was so sick of looking at my self in the miror I was so ugly
looking... I use to be beautiful.. I packed my bags and we with my parents to West Virginia where all our
family lives...  I went on vacation and NEVER returned to florida. I have been clean now for 1 year and it
feel good to be able to live life and to go to work on my own with out the drug... I am not 24 years old and
my boyfriend of them 5 1/2 years is in jail now for Meth and contemp to disb. Its how this drug effects your
life from going to havin!
g everything to losing everything.... I am now living in West Virginia
and I am met someone very special who saved my life and gave me another chance! We are getting
Married in OCTOBER 2007. I look back now and can not believe that I use to stay up 4-5 days at a time
and not eat anything and just geek out on stupid shit.... I love my life and I am very respectful for my family
and friends for not giving up on me...
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Name = broken heart

Testimony = My husband uses meth I did not realize it when he first started. sure there were some clues
when he was on it. aggitated sweaty clammy hands, and his fingers would twitch.not to mention how hot
his chest would feel like he had a fever in it. he would say he took some tabs I didnt realize what was
going on untill I walked in the bathroom one day while he was smoking it But by then it was to late he was
addicted to it though he will never admit it I tried to help him stop for months I tried untill one day I looked
around and seen what it has taken from us we lost our house and had barely any food so many promises
broken every time he said was the last it never was. we moved into his aunts today,tonight he came home
high on it again (tonight) will be the last night I spend beside him.no matter how much it hurts. Now I must
walk away knowing that Im taking the only thing he has left away, his children and I meth one person
useing it, 5 lives distroyed
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Name = angel gould
Email = angel_gould_91@myspace.com
Testimony = I am sixteen years old i live in North Georgia and drugs have affected me in many ways.
The first time I tried a drug I was ten years old living in a trailer park in Tampa, Florida. I grew up with an
abusive father who molested me and four of my sisters. he used to leave his drugs lying around the
house and one day I saw him snorting cocaine off the living room table and I decided to try it once he left
the room. So after about ten minutes I walked in the living room and tried to do what I saw my dad do and
the next thing I remembered was waking up in the hospital. Well I met my mom for the first time that day,
she came and picked me up and took me to my new home here in Georgia.
After that I grew up hating any and all drugs 'till I hit middle school and started hanging with the wrong
people! My new "best-friend" decided to convince me to smoke pot with her. She convinced me that it was
the "cool" thing to do so I tried it and I LOVED it!! So I started smoking with her at her house and then I
started buying it for myself and then it became an everyday necessity and I had to have it or I would flip
out on everybody around me (including my mom who I had a strong bond with). So eventually I started
trying new drugs crank, cocaine, crystal meth(ice) and many other things as well. But it wasn't that bad
until I started drinking....Pretty much everything bad that could happen happened! I had got one of my
friends from another county hooked and she overdosed and died, then my dad went to prison for dealing
where he still is, and I ran away with the friend that got me hooked and I got arrested for the first time.
Well my mom came and picked me up and tried t!
o get me clean but it only made me wanna do it more. I was so stressed out and I went and got my meth
that I was craving for for hours while I was in a holding cell waiting for my mom. So as soon as my mom left
I went out and got some went back home and smoked it. Then a couple of months later I started smoking
it before school. Well started to get paranoid thinking that people were after me at school and one day I
took a knife to school with me. Well it just so happened that day at school I got searched and they found
the knife in my purse. So then I went to jail for that at fourteen and my  mom started to avoid me and tell
me how dissapointed she was in me all the time and it hurt... So that was when I decided I needed help.
So I went to the person I thought was best(my brother). I told him everything and gradually I came off of
more and more drugs and stopped drinking. It took me more time to get off of the drugs then it took me to
get on them. But eventually by the time!
I was in 9th grade I was clean thanks to my brother. Now I know how h
armful drugs really are. Everyday I am thankful that I am still here and not in a jail cell somewhere like my
father. I know that drugs can ruin a childhood and take that from you and I hate that I almost ended up like
my father. Now all I can say is thank God for Teresa Jones(one of the creator's of this site). I went to two
of her programs(at school and at a local church) and she touched me more than she could possibly know.
I just want to thank her for helping me and many others. She is a Terrific person and I hope that one day I
will be able to help and heal others like she does.  THANK YOU!!!
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MARRIED TO A METH USER.
I MET MY HUSBAND IN CHURCH HE WAS DIFFERENT 24 YEARS OLD SINGLE NEVER HAD KIDS OR
ANYTHING, I WAS DIVERCED AND WITH ONE CHILD WHO WAS 3 AT THE TIME WE STARTED TALKING
BECAME FRIENDS, THEN WE STARTED DATING IT WAS A TRUE LOVE STORY I FALL IN LOVE AND
HE BECAME MY WORLD HE WAS EXTREMELY JEALOUS AND HE JUST WANTED ME TO SPEND TIME
WITH HIM, THEN I STARTED ACTING THE SAME SO INSECURE SO JEALOUS AND POSSESIVE WE
BROKE UP MANY TIMES AND I COULN'T GO ON WITHOUT HIM, I'LL LOOK FOR HIM AND MAKE UP,
UNTIL WE GOT MARRIED IN NOVEMBER OF 2005, I THOUGHT HIS JEOULOSY AND ANGER WILL GO
AWAY AFTER THE WEDDING BUT IT DIDN'T BY THE END OF DECEMBER OF THE SAME YEAR I WAS
4 WEEKS PREGNANT WITH HIS FIRST CHILD AND MY SECOND I THOUGHT WE WHERE HAPPY, BUT
THAT WAS WHAT I WANTED TO SEE, SOON HE STARTED TO ACT FUNNY HE'LL PRETEND HE WAS
SLEEPING BUT HE WASN'T HE DROWNED IN SWET HE WON'T EAT MY FOOD AND YELLED FOR
ANYTHING HE BECAME ANGRY AND VIOLENT I WILL TELL MY SELF "MAYBE THE PREGNANCY IS
AFFECTING HIM" AND IGNORE THE TRUTH, ONE DAY HE WAS SUPPOSED TO PICK ME UP FROM
WORK HE HAD MY SON WITH HIM WICH WAS 5 AT THE TIME, I GAVE HIM A CAR EVERYTHING SO HE
CAN BE INDEPENDENT DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING WHEN I MET HIM BUT I LOVED HIM SO I DIDN'T CARE I
ALWAYS THOUGHT THAT WHEN YOU LOVE SOMEONE YOU'LL DO EVERYTHING FOR THEM... WELL
WHEN THEY FINALLY PICKED ME U HE WAS SO HAPPY AND APOLOGIZED FOR BEEN LATE BUT
SOMETHING INSIDE OF ME WAS TELLING THAT SOMETHING WAS WRONG, I ASKED MY SON LATER
THAT DAY "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? HOW COME YOU GUYS WERE SO LATE?" HE SAID I DON'T
KNOW NOTHING ASK MY DAD!.. A FEW DAYS LATER MY SON TOLD ME THAT THEY WENT TO THE
EAST SIDE OF THE CITY WICH IS A "BAD AREA" THEN I CONFRONTED MY HUSBAND WICH OF
COURSE DENY EVERYTHING BUT AFTER I WAS ANNOING HIM,HE FINALLY CONFESED TO ME THAT
HE'S BEEN USING DRUGS SINCE HE WAS 15 HE'S NOW 28. AND THAT HE HAD NEVER STOP USING,
MY WHOLE WORLS COLLAPSED RIGHT THERE AND THEN, WE WERE ONLY MARRIED FOR FIVE
MONTHS, SO I STAYED AND GOT COUNSELING FOR MY SELF HE NEVER WANTED ANY HELP THEN,
THEN HE BECAME ANGRY AND VIOLENT AND HIT ME, I WAS 5 MONTHS PREGNANT THEN HE
BLAMED EVERYTHING ON ME HE SAID I WOULDNT HIT YOU IF YOU DON'T MAKE ME MAD, I
WOULDN'T USE IF YOU DIDN'T ARGUE WITH ME AND TRUSTED ME".. I BLAME MY SELF FOR SO
LONG, I CRIED AVERY SINGLE NIGHT HE LEFT ME MANY TIMES GOT GARBAGE BAGS PUT HIS
CLOTHES IN IT AND LEVAE TO HIS PARENTS STAYED THERE FOR 2 OR 3 WEEKS, (USING EVEN
MORE THERE) HIS FAMILY STILL IN DENYAL THEY THINK HE'S JUST DEPRESSED. I WILL CALL HIM
AND EVEN DRIVE 45 MINUTES TO HIS PARENTS BEGGED HIM AND BRING HIM BACK HOME, I DID IT
FOR 18 MONTHS, I  TRY EVERYTHING RETREATS COUNSELING NOTHING WILL CHANGE HIS MIND
FINALLY WHEN OUR SON WAS BORN IN AUGUST 2006 I HOPE FOR A CHANGE I MEAN HE WANTED A
SON SO BAD BUT NOTHING HAPPENED HE LEFT ME 3 TIMES AFTER THE BABY'S BIRTH BY THEN HE
WAS ALREADY CALLING ME NAMES AND ABUSING MY SON GETTING ANGRY FOR ME NOT
ANSWERING HIS PHONE CALLS OR EVEN FOR STOPPING AT STARBUCKS FOR A CUP OF COFFE I
HAD TO HIDE THEM EMPTY CUPS I HAD IN MY CAR. I GOT HIM A BRAND NEW TRUCK SO HE CAN
WORK AND TOOLS I TOLS HIS DAD HE NEEDS MOTIVATION....
SOON HE WAS WORKING FOR THIS GUY WILL DO ELECTRICAL WORK AND GET PAID WITH
CRYSTAL...
I TOOK THE DRUG FROM HIM MANY TIMES AND TOSSED IT IN THE TOILET I PICKED UP ONCE AT
THE PARKING LOT OUTSIDE HIS JOB AND TOOK THE PIPE AWAYY I WENT TROUGH HELL WITH HIS
ADICTION, HE DID SLAPPED ME TWICW OR THREE TIMES DURING THE LAST MONTHS WE WERE
TOGETHER IN JANUARY OF 2007 I WROTE HIM A LETTER IN WHIC I WROTE HOW TIRED SAD AND
HEART BROKEN I WAS AND LETTING HIM KNOW TAHT IF BY JUNE OF THIS YEAR HE WILL NOT GET
TROUGH THIS I WILL LEAVE FOREVER, HE DIDN'T PAY ATTENTION BUT I WILLL CRY MOST OF THE
TIME ONE DAY HE CAME HOME AND SAID I LOVE YOU AND I WANT TO GO TO REHAB WICH I
BEGGED HIM TO GET INTO FOR MANY MONTHS I SPEND ALL MY SAVING SO HE CAN GET INTO
THAT PLACE HE DID STAYED FOR A MONTH I GOT OUT IN APRIL WE USED TO FIGHT ALL THE TIME
AND I COULDN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE AFTER ONE ARGUMENT ONE FRIDAY I CAME HOME FROM
WORK AND HE WAS GONE THE LAST THING HE TEXT MESSAGE THAT DAY WAS THAT HE WAS
TIRED OF ME AND THAT HE DIDN'T  WANT TO BE WITH ME NO MORE ALL I  USED TO COMPLAINT
ABOUT WAS THE DRUG ABUSE AND THE PORNOGRAPHY HE USED SAYING THAT I WATCHED
BECAUSE YOU MAKE ME MAD!!..????  HE BLAMED EVERY SINGLE THING ON ME... I LAST SAW HIM
MAY 11 OF THIS YEAR I WAS STRONG ENOUGH, BUT HE LEFT ME WITH AN EVICTION NOTICED A 2
KIDS AND 5 WEEKS PREGNANT.... BUT THAT DIDN'T STOPED ME I PUT EVERYTHING IN STORAGE
WORK SOMETHING OUT WITH THE LANDLORD, AND DROVE 17 HOURS WITH MY 2 KIDS AND NO
MONEY OR ANYTHING IT'S BEEN ALMOST 3 MONTHS AND I MISS HIM SO MUCH I MISS HAVING A
FAMILY AND A HUSBAND I FEEL LONELY AND VERY SAD I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE WON HIM OVER I WISH
I COULD DO SOMETHING TO HELP AND FIGHT HER I DO FEEL GUILTY SOME DAYS BUT I CAN'T GO
BACK I'VE HEARD HE'S USING EVEN MORE NOW HE DOESN'T HELP ME FINANCIALLY AND I CAN'T
BELIEVE ALL THIS THAT HAS HAPPENED TO US.. I WISH SOMEONE COULD TELL ME THAT IS GONNA
BE OK BUT I GUESS I HAVE TO MOVE ON WITH MY LIFE..
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Name = Teresa iuvino
Testimony = hi, my name is teresa. i want to tell u a story...i started using weed and drinking at the age of
14. by 19 i was snorting coke and loving life. i had an alcolic father and a wonderful mother. she divorced
my dad when i was 9 and it was just her and 3 kids...i dont know how she did it to this day but she did.i
love her so much. we moved to az when i was 19...me my sister and my mom... i loved it out here, i was
working and doing really good..i started up on coke again and was out of control with it...then i met a man
that was abusive and beat me and i started bk on coke again...even worse. on night i was at the bar and
my "frend" told me to go to the bathroom, i walked in and there was 2 lines on the bk of the toilet...i
snortedone and know rt away it was not coke..that feeling i got was so intence and it burned so bad. it was
meth...from that day on i was a tweeker...i was what they called a "functioning addict". this went on for a
few years noone knew....i hid !  it really god..up till the day i had my dealer come to my home because i
was out and needed some "shit"...that was the day that changed me forever... he came over and then
raped me...3 weeks later i found out i was pregnant.i was living with my mom and kids and she still did not
now i was using...but she did notice that i was acting different. i didnt want to tell her what happened
because then she would know that i was using meth...we ended up getting into a fight and i left!...i left
becauce i didnt want to let my family down...i left because i wanted to go and clean up and get rid of the
baby i was caring and to forget what happenned to me..i wnat to a friends house..on may 1 2007...i was
clean at the time but the dealer found me...he raped me again and took me out of the place i was staying...
he owned me. that is what he told me..i was scared and then he told me that if i left him he would kill me..
this went on for a month and a half. i misscarried because he beat me so bad i didnt know what to do...my
family didnt hear from me at all, i  thought i should let u know this, i got out of the hospitale and went
straight to the dope house..i tried to kill my abusier and then i got an oz of meth and got so high....i
started to work for the dealers and then started to cook meth...i was robing men and dealing mass
amounts of meth and crack all over phoenix..i never got busted...god was on my side, but i did see
horriable shit, murders, death, lying, cheating...i did it all.i was on top of the world...or so i thought, my
hate towards men was scary...i robed them for all they had and they didnt even know...i was sick.. i met
bad peeople, i did and witnessed bad things and then after all that i wasent done...i wanted to get high
and i wanted to make more money...i still havent talked to my family.... i left my house on may 1st, i didnt
have any contact with them till tha end of july..july 30th. the whole time  they thought i was dead. i went to
rehab and a week later i was arested there...all i could say was "thank u" !  i spent 6 months in jail and
now im here to say...dont try it, dont ,it will ruin u and your life. today im 8 months clean and have my
family....i never thought i would ever see my familt again...but now i know that it was the drugs...i love my
life, god has given me a second chance at life and im living it clean and sober and i thank him every day
and every night for this....he was watching out for me...i love my god and i love my family...expically my
mom...mom, im not the same person that u knew...im different and i can only show u how im changing...
thank u all for your support..i love u and god bless u! teresa  ----               please get the help u need..
dont try it...it is not worth  all the hurt and pain that this drug is going to cause...and it will cause u pain,
missery and maybe even death.....your life is worth so much more!!! if u need to chat email me im h ere...i
love u and dont want anymore llives ruined by this shit!!
tiuvino30@yahoo.com    teresa iuvino
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Testimony = To everyone out there..
I'm a girl that lost her brother to drugs.
I think i was about the age of six or seven.
When my brother started to experiment  with drugs.
You know for a guy not having your father there is really hard. When he comes in and out of your life.
When you finally see the man and  so many years. it's hard not to do anything in your power to please
him.. well that's what my brother did.. just wanted to earn his dad's approval.
well let me put it to you like this his dad was a big time druggie. Fist time my brothers seen his daddy
dearest in years. had some weed. says son smoke some with me... that's hard to not do. when your trying
to earn daddy's aprroval. so he does then he get's my brother to buy some beer for him my brother was
17 almost 18 not realy easy to buy i mean. the man was so worthless that he made my brother pay for it.
that's how low he is. sorry sob. anyways back to my story...
after that my brother was scared for life as for the low life daddy he was senteced to jail for a hudge drug
deal...my brother trully was never the same.after that he did every drug under the sun.im not sure if he
ever tried cocaine.im not sure if he every tried crank or ice... but i will always want to know...
my brother did those horrible drugs up untill he passed away. he was 26. i will miss him forever and ever
he went into and out of rehabs alot. i tried... but the monster took over and there was not coming back or
return.....rest in peace my angel brother i will love you forever and ever :)
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Name = Targol Hakimi
Email = misstargolhakimi@hotmail.com
Testimony = I've repented to God and asked him to save me from this evil drug it is satan's diamond.After
just a week of using meth I was seeing evil beings halucinating seein them shake the cieling fan and pull
on my covers couldn't take a shower and clean myself up I'm off of it now and very scared of it it
destroyed my brother and I don't want it to destroy me it depresses you if your off of it and you forget
about everything including eating bathing and responsibilities life becomes a blur and a  very scary place.
If your addicted the only one that can save you if GOD
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Name = Destroyed by Meth
Testimony = Hi! I am 9 and i firts smoked meth when i was 5...my parnets do it and i did it. I stoped about 4
years later when my parents got sent to jail and i was put in a orphanage.
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Name = pat (the sceatch
Testimony = well i only smoked weed and poped pills.my mom cooked meth sence i was 4.now i am 17
been sober 4, 6 months the first time i tryed dope was when i was 12.i went with my moms 2nd hand man
to make a run to a motel.well i just smoked a fat ass blunt, and he pulls out a ounce of meth and my eyes
grow big.i said let me hit up a line,well he puts out a foot long line and i hot rail it,i felt so light and so warm
that i walk out side and i felt all my hair stick up.i sit in his car and look around ,i thought it was for about20
min,but it was a bout 2 hours.i have just got addictted to dope.well long story short i stayed up for 12 days
and went crazy i did a ounce in 12 days .i ate all of it well do it and never come back.
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Name = starr
Testimony = the story of my life. it started when i was 15 years old. i was instorduce to it off the streets. i
been doing ice sence then  it has tore my whole life up .it took my to doaghter away .it made me lose cars
, my family.and myself.i never new that i  could be that way i seen other people go down that road and
never piture it would be me.but God open the door for me and let me see all the blindness behide this
wick drug.i love him dearly for that.I think about my kids i love so much ever time im sober.each day i
clean it a day that i spent not sober for them. ice will take your heart right out the window. if you let.this it
my story of nothing but truth.brianna and dakota mommy loves you and i own this to my little angel who
save there mamme
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Name = Richard A.K.A twitch
Email = Bejarano
Testimony = HELLO MY NAME IS RICHIE BEJARANO IM 17 ND I LIVE INSAFFORDN THE WINTER OF
2006 I DID METH DAY TO DAY SINCE DECEMBER TOWARD THE END OF THE SCHOOL YEAR I GOT
ON METH AT THE WORST RATE I WAS SHOOTING UP I HAD NO FRIENDS ONLY MY METH FRIENDS
AND THEY ONLY CAME AROUND WHEN I HAD MONEY. HERE WHERE WE LIVE I NO METH A G OR
GLASS I STARTED SHOOTING UP IN MAY IT WAS THE WORST FEELING BUT I NEEDED IT. I WOULD
BE UP ALL NITE LIKE A ZOMBIE AND MY FACE LOOK LIKE SHIT I HAD PIMPLE GALORE AND MY
HANDS AND FACE WERE BLOODY FROM WHERE I HAD COME DOWN OFF THE DRUG I WOULD CRY
AND SCRATCH DOORS WITH SPLINTERS IN MY HAND I WILL NEVER DO METH AGAIN I AM LUCKY
THAT IM ALIVE I HAD STARTED OFF DEALING FOR THIS GANG THAT I HAD LOTS OF PEOPLE
WANTING TO KILL ME AND THREATIN MY FAMILY CUZ ID BURN THEM OF G I MOVED WITH MY
GRANDMA AND LIVING THERE I WOUL;D TREAT HER WITH RESPECT AND THEN I WOULD GO CRAZY
ON HER CUZ OF THE METH I HATED IT BIG TIME IF I CAN CHANGE MY LIFE I WOULD THE NIEBORS !
HATED ME AND THOUGHT I WAS A DEVIL CHILD YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THA HURT ME ALOT.I HAD
MY FRIEND WHO HELP ME ALOT WAS ALEXIZ ABRIL I DONT KNOW WHAT I DO IF SHE DIDNT HELP
ME AND MY TIA VERONICA SHE SENT ME TO REHAD I GOT MAD ABOUT HER UT I THATNK HER FOR
SAVING MY LIFE AND MY FACE.I ENCOURAGE YOU NOT TO DO GLASS IT TAKES OVER YOUR LIFE
JUST LIKE EMILY RIOSE OFF THE EXERCISED!THATS FOR LISTENING RICHIE BEJARANO
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Testimony = WHAT YOU NEED TO ROUND OUT THE PICTURE OF METH USE IS A STORY FROM THE
VANTAGE POINT OF THE OUTSIDER WATCHING METH TAKE YOUR LOVED ONE HOSTAGE.  YOU
ARE NOT HIGH OR EUPHORIC OR MENTALLY ALTERED.  YOU ARE HELPLESS AND THE ANGER THE
USER REFERS TO IS PRESENT FOR YOU BUT CREATED BY THE FACT THAT YOU CAN NOT DO
ANYTHING TO STOP THE USE.

MY HUSBAND WAS A VERY SMART CREATIVE GOOD PERSON.  HE IS NOW A PERSON THAT LIES
ABOUT EVERYTHING TO EVERYONE MOST OF ALL HIMSELF.
HE TELLS HIMSELF THAT HE WORKS HARD AND IN TRUTH DOES LITTLE TO NOTHING, HE TELLS
HIMSELF THAT HE IS NOT A THIEF BUT STEALS FROM EVERYONE, HE TELLS HIMSELF THAT OTHER
USERS HAVE NO CONSCIENCE BUT HE DOES, HE DOESN'T, HE FLIES INTO A RAGE ABOUT NOTHING
AND EVERYTHING, HE CRIES ABOUT NOTHING AND EVERYTHING, HIS HEART RACES, HE SWEATS,
HIS SKIN IS PEELING AND FLAKING, HIS HAIR IS DULL HIS PENIS IN LIMP.  BUT HE LOVES METH AND
DOES NOT FEEL ANY OF THIS IS BECAUSE OF HIS DRUG USE.

HE "TRUSTS" HIS DRUG PALS, AND IS SHOCKED WHEN THEY BETRAY, STEAL AND LIE TO HIM.  
ANYONE THAT IS NOT A DRUG PAL CAN NOT BE TRUSTED.  THEY DO NOT UNDERSTAND AND ARE
OUT TO SUCK THE FUN OUT OF HIS LIFE.

HE HAS BEEN IN TROUBLE WITH THE LAW AND WHILE IN THE TROUBLE, HE WANTS TO QUIT AND
GET HIS LIFE BACK BUT AS SOON AS THE THREAT IS RESOLVED THE QUITTING IS OFF THE RADAR
AND HE ALWAYS HAS A REASON THAT HE HAS TO SEE TALK TO BE WITH THE VERY PEOPLE THAT
GOT HIM INTO THAT TROUBLE IN THE FIRST PLACE.

THE FINANCIAL LOSS FROM THIS DRUG USE HAS BEEN UNREAL AND THE PHYSICAL DAMAGE
HEAVY.  BUT THE REAL LOSS IS THE SOUL. THE HEART. THE HUMANITY.

HE SCREAMS AT ME THAT I COULD NEVER UNDERSTAND, THAT I HAVE NEVER USED OR BEEN
ADDICTED AND I UNDERSTAND THAT IT IS FROM A DIFFERENT PLACE THAT WE ARE LOOKING AT
METH AND NOW ICE.  TO ME IT IS LIKE WATCHING SOMEONE YOU LOVE KEEP PULLING THE
TRIGGER ON A GUN AND KNOWING THAT SOONER OR LATER THE CHAMBER HAS TO HAVE A LIVE
ROUND.

WHAT THE FAMILY AND FRIENDS OF METH ADDICTS NEED IS A WAY TO COMMUNICATE WITH EACH
OTHER AND SUPPORT EACH OTHER AND OFFER ADVICE TO EACH OTHER.  I AGREE THAT NO NON
USER CAN EVER UNDERSTAND THE HOLD THE DESIRE THE VALUE OF METH TO A USER BUT NO
ONE THAT DOES NOT LOVE A USER CAN EVER UNDERSTAND THE PAIN, MISERY AND
HELPLESSNESS OF THAT SIDE OF THE STORY.  YOU FEEL THAT IF THE USER CARED ANYTHING
ABOUT YOU THEY WOULD QUIT, TRUTH IS THEY HAVE TO CARE ABOUT THEMSELFS AND THAT IS
WHAT IS NOT LIKELY TO HAPPEN.  IF ANYONE KNOWS OF SOMETHING, CHEMICAL, PHYSICAL,
MENTAL THAT CAN BE DONE TO HELP RESCUE A USER PLEASE SHARE.

THE CONVENTIONAL ADVICE IS TO GET AWAY FROM THE USER, PUT THEM OUT OF YOUR LIFE,
AND THAT ALL SOUNDS GREAT BUT DOES NOT ADDRESS HOW YOU QUIT CARING OR STOP THE
WORRY.  THEN THERE IS THE ADVICE FOR TOUGH LOVE, WHICH SEEMS TO FUEL THE USE.  NOW
THEY DO NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT UPSETTING SOMEONE OR LIMITING THE AMOUNT OF USE
WHICH IF THE TOUGH LOVE IS A TACTIC TO URGE QUITTING IT HAS THE OPPOSITE EFFECT.  I
LIKEN IT TO WATCHING A LOVED ONE DIE OF CANCER, IT IS KILLING THEM A LITTLE AT A TIME AND
YOU CANNOT DO ANYTHING TO STOP IT.  THE ONLY DIFFERENCE IS THE LOVED ONE HAS CHOSEN
TO VOLUNTEER FOR THE DESTRUCTION AND EACH DAY EVERYTIME THEY USE, THEY GET A
LITTLE CLOSER TO DYING
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Email = free2express89@yahoo.com
Testimony = I was at a friends house and her mom had just got out of jail from doing meth. Well one of her
moms friends came by and gave her  some free meth so we were going to do it that night so we waited for
her mom to go to sleep and we smoked it out of a light bulb. I got the same rush feeling that everybody
talks about you know the heart pounding and feeling realy hyper, but you know my come downs aren't like
everybody elses i guess cause i smoke it. Well we smoked that whole night but you know we had school
the next morning so we saved a little well we smoked all that night and then that morning before we went
to school. Everything was fine and dandy till about lunch time when we both started comming down at the
same time but i guess she was comming down quicker than i was cause i was just playing with her and she
got all offenceive with me but needless to say everything was ok. and meth is still my drug of choice.
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Testimony = well i have never tried meth but it seems like everyone i know has. when i was 19 i met this
amazing older man, my sisters husband which was also my best friend (rip) introduced us. he was
wonderful i noticed that he drank a lot but for some reason it did not bother me to much at first. we all
decided to go away for a long weekend to sarasota, so we packed our bags and off we went. on our way
down thier they pulled over on the side of the high way and my sister asked if it was ok that they do a line.
i was like i guess so the did a line right on the side of the highway !!!!!  right then i knew that this man was
trouble and that my bestfriend and my sister needed help with drugs. i really didnt want them to think that i
minded so during the whole weekend every time they did snorted meth i would just walk out of the room.
well it was late like 3 am and i was talking with my boyfriend and i told him that i would not be with
someone who did drugs and that i dont do d!
rugs, god i dont even drink so i am not going to have a life like that. he said no problem i can quit anytime
i want. well that was a big fat LIE. a year went by and by now i was living with him and they were still
snorting meth up thier noses but trying to hide it from me but i knew better. to make a long story short i
gave my man a man that i love very much a choice me or meth and he choose me but many times has he
lied to me about doing it until my bestfriend (my sisters husband) got really sick with heart problems due
to drug use. that woke him up and he has been clean since but still to this day i do not trust him about
meth. well for 4 years about being lied to about meth do you blame me? and spending all of our money
and not coming home at night and hanging with other women and stealing just to get his next fix. i just
dont understand how people do not know how bad it is affecting them and all the people around them that
love them. it will take a long time for me to !
trust again but i know one day i will. and to my best friend: i love y
ou with all my heart and i miss you so much i just wish you would have taking my hand and walked with me
and found that thier is more to life than drugs and all the games that go along with it. but i hope you are
looking down and watching over me and my sister and my man and helping us through this place we call
life. RIP i love you and maybe one day we can go to belise.