Ever since I started smoking meth with my boyfriend 2 months ago, I always end up looking at him in those eyes I fell in love with, the fear written all over my face, and saying, "we have to stop"..... then I take a hit. Wtf. We're awful.
I used to not find it very appealing either, but when I finally got that rush on day 3 my 4th time trying it...... well, it's 8 weeks later and I've been smoking daily, for the most part. It will progress very quickly. We used to share a 1/4 G over a couple days, and now. Shit I don't even know how much we're doing now, but tolerance builds up with a goddamn quickness! Let's just say that same 1/4 G wouldn't last me alone even half the day.
Thus far, the bills are being paid and basic needs are being met. But that's really just barely. My bf, when I bring up quitting, will always say "we would have spent this extra money on beer or pills otherwise, why is meth different". Excellent point babe (we used to be heavy drinkers, then started abusing pills..... now this), but let's not forget that we just "spring cleaned" our entire house from top to bottom in search of things to sell, so that we could get high. Never once did that with beer or pills! To be fair, we only sold the things that we truly didn't want or need, but that's really just my addicted brain trying to justify my actions.
Another warning sign/red flag that I was becoming addicted was the fact that I started ditching class. I went from a 3.8 GPA at midterms to now having Cs and Ds. I honestly believe that I had just used all my energy and motivation on the first half of the semester and had nothing left for the rest, but again my brain wants to make it okay for me to get high by telling me it wasn't the meth that caused my focus to shift when the reality is so obvious. I also started avoiding friends/family for fear they would find out. I've always had dark circles and been skinny, but this is different. You can just tell by looking. My personality has also undergone some changes, though I couldn't tell you specifically what they are. I just feel different. My bf seems a little different also.
I think the biggest red flag was that when it was time to quit (basically every week since we started, we've decided to "quit"), I would be filled with fear, almost panic. The 2 day break we just had was so difficult. I was extremely depressed, irritable, and even paranoid. I felt lightheaded just from being on my feet. I was goddamn exhausted and so thirsty it was unreal. I think if I had to choose a worst, it would be the depression. I felt like I would literally never be happy again unless I got high. And this is after only 2 months!
For me, there is always something missing. My most used expression is probably, "that's it??", which is clearly an inappropriate emotional response in a lot of cases........
I'm chronically unimpressed.
I am pretty certain I was born an addict, and I'm a pretty impressionable person so I should have never ever ever started using any kind of drug in the first place. But fuck it, too late now, hindsight is 20/20, blah blah blah.
Quiting is going to be a matter of WANTING to, extreme willpower, and keeping busy/distracted.
The biggest issue for me is when is it time to quit?? I see the negative effects, but I have solid justifications in place. Red flag. I worry about spiraling out, but I'm doing nothing to prevent it. Red flag! This is 100% my own decision................
As others above have said, this drug makes you feel like you have everything under control....... until you don't.
Oh, and another thing.... this acne can seriously fuck off. Two showers a day, and it's worse than a pubescent teenager with shit for hygiene.
Meth is *slowly* stealing my money, intelligence, family/friends, youth, health, and (if I even had any to begin with) beauty. What a fucking bitch of a drug.
I really needed to vent. I'm new here and am not yet allowed to blog. I can't talk to any of my real life friends about this, and my boyfriend just doesn't understand or just straight up doesn't wanna hear it. So, I kind of don't have anyone to talk to, and not anyone who would have anything constructive to say for sure. Thanks for letting me just fucking say it all, finally. I feel like I have to keep saying it just to remind myself what the reality is. Otherwise I wouldn't even notice at all.