The faces of methamphetamine are shown in various ways. Meth doesn’t just affect a certain race or ethnicity. It doesn’t care how old or young you are. It has taken hold of millions of people in the United States and has destroyed lives from the inside out. It won’t just take the addict down, but the whole family, friends, and even the entire community. Our nation is greatly affected by the methamphetamine use in society today. Here we will enlighten you on how methamphetamine addiction can start and how numerous people have gotten their lives back from the vicious drug and the different people that it can affect.
This is a story written by a 16 year old boy named Anthony:
“Just like many others, I have had a very rough life. I wanted to share my story with you in hopes that it can help you or a loved one!
As a young child, I had an idealistic life. I had a great mom who raised me by myself for many years. She had a degree from Oklahoma State University and had her life together. We had a nice house, nice car and we were happy. My mom remarried and had a baby boy who we all loved.
Shortly after the birth, I started to see a change in my mom and she didn’t seem as happy anymore. She divorced my step-dad in 1999 and we packed up and moved back to her hometown. Shortly after we moved back, she became involved with a man that had just been released from prison. This man and my mom fought all the time and I saw drugs being used in our home. After this, strangers were constantly over at our house. When people were not at our house, my mom was taking me and my little brother to strange houses with her. At these houses, people would be doing drugs and cooking methamphetamine. There would be guns everywhere and I was scared. While the adults would be cooking the drugs, the teenagers at the house would teach me how to smoke pot. I hadn’t even turned 10 years old and was already smoking pot.
Shortly after this, we moved again. People would come to our house to buy methamphetamine from my mom and they would scream and fight with her. The fights were constant and someone even stole our car. My mom feared for her life at times. She was so caught up in her addiction that she was willing to risk her life and ours to get high.
The guys my mom was hanging out with taught me how to fight and be tough. By the time that I was 10, I knew how to guard and protect our house. I began to get in trouble with the cops for spray painting trailers and throwing rocks at cop cars. My mom’s friends encouraged this behavior and began to feel powerful and bulletproof.
My family decided that I should go live with my dad. He had remarried and more children. This seemed like the family that I had lost, but things got really bad there. I got 3rd degree burns in a mishap of abuse and I am scarred for life. My step-mother would hit me and was verbally abusive. While I lived there, I became totally isolated and couldn’t see my mom or my grandparents. I was very sad during this time.
During my stay at my dads, my mom skipped a court appearance and was missing for 19 days. She had been arrested in Texas, high on meth. She had parked in the cargo section of the Dallas airport and the cops surrounded her and her boyfriend and took them to jail. During the court proceedings, it came out that her boyfriend had tried to kill her; she had stolen stuff and lied continually. She had thrown away everything, including her family, for her methamphetamine. My mom got released and was back to the grind of drug use shortly after.
I was soon taken from my dad’s and placed in a shelter. I was taken care of at the shelter. While at the shelter, I had to wear a baseball cap with a tracking device in it. They monitored me in case I tried to run away or was abducted. I got severely depressed because the kids in town new I lived at the shelter because I had to wear that cap. One night, I prayed to God and asked, “Why are you doing this to me”, “Why do you hate me”. I cried myself to sleep night after night. I was 11 years old and completely alone in life.
My aunt works at Narconon Drug Rehabilitation Center and was able to get my sister a bed at the facility. My mom completed her program and got me back. My mom and I both worked at the facility for a while and are doing very well. Being a part of Narconon makes me want to succeed. I realized that I can rise above my hardships. At 16, I can tell you that Narconon saves lives! It is the only thing that saved my mom and my family. I will be forever thankful for that. I wanted to share my story so that other kids out there know that there is a chance. I just want you to realize that God may take a while to answer your prayers, but he always does. Thank you Narconon for giving me my mom back!”