Meth was my cure at 1st. It was my cure for depression. It gave me a feeling that no other person nor drug could. It made me believe every word it spoke. So started the decend to hell. The highs from it were incredible. The lowes were like death. Without it your brain just crashes. For 20 bucks all your problems were solved. Then the comes the come down. It releases so much dopamine to your brain. Without it your brain can't produce the feel good chemicals on it's own. It becomes 1 giant cycle of hell. Fortunately for me and for anyone who is struggling with this addiction. There's a way out. Coming up on 3 years since I have tasted Crystal's kiss. I still have day's I miss it, day's I miss that feeling. But I work a full-time job, have a 10 month old son and a beautiful fiance. I am no longer sticking needles in my arms. I write this to the addict still suffering, to the family who gave up on their loved one. There is hope, for I was that addict suffering and my family had given up on me. The only trick is... you have to want it!