When I was 17 I started down a really dark road where I felt alone and like no one cared. I’ve always self harmed but it got significantly worse. I then started doing meth, and I thought that I had it under control. But you all know how that goes right?
2 years ago today I was the lowest of the low. I just got evicted, my parents took all of my money, and I lost my job to boot. I fucked up. I had been doing this shit for 2 years at that point and was about to end it or just live as a junkie.
A few days later my boyfriend and I got together. We had been in love since elementary school and we both still had feelings for eachother. Our anniversary is the 19th this month. I am almost 21 years old and I’ve quit meth cold turkey, and don’t regret a minute of the suffering. My body craves it sometimes but I know I’m never touching that shit again.
I know you guys have it in you. I believe you can get there. You deserve happiness and sobriety.
years clean!! 
