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How one man overcame his ice addiction

STEVE said he never felt more alive — he thought he was conquering the world.
Being on ice felt like a million endorphins pumping through his body, triggering intense satisfaction and self-confidence.
There weren’t any words that he could find to describe the insatiable high it had offered him.

But to other people who looked on, it was a completely different story.
He was somebody trapped in a world of psychosis, someone who stole pens and light globes to create ice pipes.
This is the hold crystal meth had on his life just over 12 months ago.

Steve, who did not reveal his last name, was 28 when he had his first hit. At the time he held a stable job as a tradesman and had friends and family.
But it was one fleeting decision at a party that ended up being a slippery slope to a four-year addiction and a life made of the stuff of his worst nightmares.

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Now 32, he claimed he didn’t like the feeling when he first got high on ice.
“It’s overwhelming,” he said.

“But I kept doing it because it was all that was available and in a short period I was heavily addicted.”
In the beginning his habit was contained to the weekend.

He would ‘drop $300’ and party non-stop from Friday to Sunday.
“You don’t get a wink of sleep and imagine staying awake for 48 hours and then trying to get to work on Monday,” he says.
That’s when the drug really started to drag him under.

Steve would wake up for work after the weekend and have a hit just to get him started for a busy working week.
But when the come down from the drug hit and his body was in agonising pain, he thought ice was the only thing that would rescue him.
Before long he was spending $1500 a week on the drug.

“I think there are a number of reasons why ice is so addictive but for me it was because the come down was so extreme,” he said.
“The high is fantastic but it’s quite short.
“At first the high lasts for about 20 hours but once you’re really immune you don’t stay high for long.

“The come down is terrible — you don’t want to go out in public and if you need to hold a job you need the drug to function, and that’s how addiction creeps in.”
He said coming down, his body ached, his brain struggled to function and chronic fatigue made him paranoid and unbalanced.
“It is a lot worse than coming down from something like ecstasy,” he says.

“At my worst my organs started to shut down and I would lie on the couch and be in agony and my body was basically screaming for me to get back on the drug.”
Steve said his life felt pretty much over when he looked to the Ice Meltdown Project for help.

He’d lost his job, his daughter and his self-control.
He was one of the first clients of the Ice Meltdown Project, a rehabilitation group in Drouin Victoria.

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Founder Janice Ablett took Steve into her home to help him on the road to recovery.
But it wasn’t easy for Ms Ablett to cut Steve off from the drug. He relapsed three times under her care and would jump the back fence in search of his next hit.
Ms Ablett persisted as she could see Steve wanted to reclaim his life.

“He would have psychotic episodes and do things that weren’t rational,” she said
“He would clean up in the backyard and make a footpath to nowhere.”

Ms Ablett said living with Steve gave her an understanding of the drug and the skills to help others addicted to ice.
She began to understand why he felt the way he did but still had to set boundaries.

“He wasn’t allowed to go anywhere without me or a member of my family and if he wanted to go to the gym we would take him there.
“He wasn’t allowed to have a phone or any contact with anyone outside and there was a curfew for when he had to go to bed,” she said.

The Ice Meltdown Project has been running for a year and Ms Ablett said she helped about 160 people detox.
“When we started we were having meetings at my house and only five people came.
“Within three months there were about 19 to 20 people coming and we moved the meetings to the church.”

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http://www.news.com.au/lifestyle/he...is-ice-addiction/story-fneuzlbd-1227540938829
 
the ingredients in ice are horrific.

It can contain acetone, fuel, drain cleaners, weed killers, rat sack, iodine and pseudoephedrine — all things that can affect a sane mind

Fucking LIARS!

Every fucking time they make chemistry sound like you're putting together a salad. And every time I find it infuriatingly deceptive.
 
How an ice addiction ruined my life

He would disappear for a day or two at first. His phone would go unanswered and eventually it was turned off or ran flat. He would come back agitated and irritable.

His cheeky smile and his loving embrace would return after a few days and I would fall even more in love with him, my heart relieved to have him back with me. And I was full of hope that it would be the last time he would turn to the evil that had started to take over his life.

Then he would disappear again. A few days would turn into a week. Then two. I had no idea if he was lying dead in a gutter somewhere or if he was locked up in a jail cell. I did not sleep. I did not eat. I had knots in my stomach and the weight dropped off. I could not concentrate, I could not work; I couldn’t think about anything other than him and what the drug that had become his clutch was doing to him.

And what he was doing while on it.

His addiction became my addiction. I couldn’t think about anything other than where he was and if he was OK. Ice ruins lives. It consumes the addict. And it consumes everyone around them.


We argued — battled — I could not understand why a drug gave him more than I could. I could not understand why he was addicted, why he couldn’t give ice up, why he was letting it take over his life.

He would raise his voice, raise his fist. But it was ice, not him. He was not there when I looked into his eyes.

One battle ended with him dragging me off the bed, out the door and into the elevator by the leg and that night I slept in my car because I thought it was safer.

At breakfast one morning I crossed my knife and fork when I had finished my meal. This annoyed him. He threw the table over in the middle of the café and stormed off like a child who hadn’t got what he wanted. Humiliated, I picked up the table, the broken plates and cups and left $100 with the waitress and fled with my head down. That wasn’t the last time he did that.

Christmas Eve 2012. He had been “missing” for three weeks. He turned up on my doorstep dishevelled and erratic. The whole night was a rollercoaster; from yelling and screaming and threats of violence — at one point my television was hung over the edge of the balcony accompanied by threats to drop it on anyone who walked under it — to him jumping the two stories to the ground and running to his car, screaming in pain, crying and fighting the drug and me holding him in my arms while he told me how much he wanted to be dead and had no will to live anymore. I didn’t sleep, and the next day, after he had slept for a few hours, he said he could not remember a thing. Merry Christmas.

Eventually ice took our relationship. Traumatised and heartbroken, I could not help him because he did not want to be helped. He was consumed by a substance and wasn’t ready to beat it.

This is what ice does. It befriends you, it’s someone to hang out with on weekends, a new cool friend who you ditch your other mates to have some illicit fun with. Then you start hanging out a couple of times during the week as well. And then it is all-consuming. It grabs you by the balls and when you come down, you want to stop but the pain of the come down becomes too much to bear, and the realisation and guilt you feel when you see the people you’re hurting is too much. It’s just easier to get high again and run away from everyone who loves you.

I am not angry with him and I will never hate him. He fell victim to the drug that is ravaging Australia. He came from a good family. He was educated and he had all the opportunities before him, if he wanted them.

But ice does not discriminate when it ruins lives. It is responsible for the rise in crime, for homicides; for cold-blooded murder. But you can’t force people to get help, it will not work unless they are ready.

We must educate. We must teach young people the perils of this drug so they can be armed with information and make the right life choices because just trying ice once can be enough to destroy your life.

And too many lives have been ruined already.

http://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/re...n-ruined-my-life/story-fnpug1jf-1227540955113
 
I should just make an Australian Ice mega thread and put all these (near daily) ice articles in one place....
 
He was somebody trapped in a world of psychosis, someone who stole pens and light globes to create ice pipes.
This is the hold crystal meth had on his life just over 12 months ago.


This is a really weird behaviour to use as an example of meth ruining someone's life.

 
^ true that ha.

Steve who kept his last name private stated
"At first I didn't like eating sand it was overwhelming but that's all that was around. Now I eat it by the bucket load to fill out a story... "
 
the ingredients in ice are horrific.

It can contain acetone, fuel, drain cleaners, weed killers, rat sack, iodine and pseudoephedrine — all things that can affect a sane mind

rat sack? jeez man, I thought I was just smoking ferret scrotum!
 
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