I first realized I had a problem with meth at the tail end of a particular 6 day binge I had a couple years ago. I was halfway through a shift at Wendy's, out of meth, and out of money, and I could literally feel my body shutting down while I crashed. I fucking fell asleep standing up at the drivethrough window, in between dinner and late night stoner rush. Thankfully my boss was kind enough to let me go home and crash (he knew I worked around 60 or more hours a week). After assing out for 2 days, I woke up in a state of self loathing, reflecting on my net worth of -$6000, and almost flunking out of school and working two shitty jobs just to pay bills and finance my habit.
--are you still rockin the boat
Yeah, somewhat. I only get geeked once every week or two now.
--are you in control
I feel that I am in control. I do meth (and other drugs for that matter) whenver I want to, and never do them out of sheer boredom or compulsion. Shit, I haven't smoked weed (a drug I've done every day since I was 16) for a month in preparation for wildland firefighter training. Mind over matter.
--any regrets
Well, my credit is somewhat fucked (I agree with Ketamike, cash advances are Satan!). I'm working to repair that now by paying bills on time, and slowly paying off creditors. I'm 23 and still working on an undergraduate degree. Do I have any regrets? Not really. It was all character building life experience in my opinion. I didn't die, and my health and sanity are more or less intact. It did teach me to respect substances a little more, and to be more rational about finances (no more credit cards!!!).