^ so eloquently put.
There is no magic solution; just determination, persistence and everything footscrazy says above.
I stopped taking meth a long time ago, so I cannot recall the circumstances exactly.
But I do remember very clearly the appreciation I began to develop (after the first couple of antsy weekends without it - I never got drawn in to regular daily use, thankfully) in the activities that
quitting the meth cycle allowed me to do.
Rather than anxiously hooking up some gear, getting on, having that first pleasurable few hours - then chasing that feeling further into scattered, paranoid regret off into the sun
rise (typically on weekends) and then dragging myself through the next few days of come-down and sleep deprived energy depletion - I realised that I had
weekends again.
Going to work or uni early the next week without feeling like I'd been beaten up was quite the revelation!
More than that, I could do stuff on Sundays; things that didnt involve compulsive repetitive tasks, or desperately trying to delay the inevitable crash.
For a change, I had free time in which I wasn't a pallid, saucer-eyed write-off. I could use that time for anything I wanted to - I wasn't to fucked to interact with people, and I didnt have to constantly hide from bright light.
If I was tired after a long week/day etc - I could
relax.
This may be the most simplistic thing anyone could ever point out about the road to recovery from habitual meth use, but it is one of the things that sticks in my mind, and helped keep me away from the stuff.
Obviously this is of little use to serious methamphetamine enthusiasts - I never really had 'rules' about not using on weeknight a or whatever, but a combination of circumstances (social, financial etc) meant that I generally got high on weekends.
The initial desire to stop using is pretty much perfectly summed up by this;
I just remember thinking that there was nothing new for me to experience in the meth life, that I'd got all I could out of it and if I continued my life had already reached its peak - that it might not always be bad but that I could predict how it would go for the rest of my life. I wanted something different. The cravings were also unbearable - I just hate that feeling more than I can say.
I can totally relate.
I remember the feelings of guilt that would arise as I heard my neighbours in surrounding apartments getting up, the sound of breakfasts being made, of people setting out to enjoy weekend activities as I scraped the last remnants out of the corner of a baggie and into that bloody pipe.
It was nearly 10 years ago, but I consciously held on to these memories to serve as a reminder that what goes up, must come down. I don't really miss the first - enjoyable - bit, because I made a real effort to remember how drawn out the shitty feeling was.
Like a mindless mindfulness
I wish anyone reading this and trying to find whatever it takes to quit or reduce your meth use all the best.
Everyone is different in terms of how hard (or easy) that process is - and there are so many factors that can influence if - but ultimately
it is worth it. I don't think there are any benefits whatsoever to longterm use of methamphetamine.