Hi, you will probably wonder why I am telling you my
story. I have always said since I decided to stop using speed that I would tell
my story to a million people if that is what it would take to keep one person
from ever touching or using any hard drug, especially speed. It has
destroyed me! It cost me my
marriage to my first love, a good relationship with my children, up to this
point and I also lost the trust of family and friends. It almost cost me the life of my younger
daughter.
I have been using crystal meth (SPEED) since
February 1999. To some that might not be along time, but to me it is. I do not
remember exactly when I started shooting (also known as bumping, Slamming and
main streaming) it but I am pretty sure it was only a few months after I did
meth for my first time. I remember thinking “cool, a drug that only stays in
your system for a few days. I can stay up for hours and lose weight without even
trying much.” I lost a lot of weight, but as soon as I stopped I gain almost
50 pounds in two months. Up until now I had only smoked weed, smoked cigarettes
and drank alcohol once in awhile, nothing a whole lot, just every now and then.
I had only been smoking weed for a few months. I do know that in the following
years it was awful and things only got worse and never better till I decided to
stay clean and get off of the drugs completely, then they did get better. While
I was using I was always paranoid that someone was watching me or trying to hurt
me. Thinking I saw something that was never really there in the first place. I
just swore something was lurking in the shadows. Now I know why they call meth
users skitzers, because, we (meth addicts) act like people with schizophrenia.
You can take a really nice person and put them on speed and they will completely
turn into a monster. I know I have seen it happen to a few people I
know.
I got
with my husband (now ex-husband) Jr. in November of 1998. We had known each
other since we were nine. He was my first love and my first everything. I
remember thinking in high school I would never do drugs, because they are bad
for you and they will hurt you, and was told they might even kill me. In
elementary school I remember Isaiah Robertson coming to my school in Mabank, Texas and talking to me about drugs and his
life before drugs, during drugs and after drugs. I decided then that I would not
touch them because I did not want to end up like that. I remembe! r what other
members of my family went through and are still going through with my Uncle Eddy
and his drug addictions. He would steal anything from anyone to get money for
drugs. He did not even care who you were, or what of yours he took from you. He
even stole my piggy bank once to get drugs. He stole painkillers from his own
mother (my Grandmother) before she passed away. She had MS (Multiple
Sclerosis) and he
stole her Morphine. I remember all the bad things my family would say and still
say about him and the things he would do to support his addiction. Now, I wonder
if they ever said or thought those things about
ME!
I remember thinking “I never want to do drugs.” Well, I
did and I liked them A LOT. I wanted more and I did not care how I got
them. All I know is, I wanted meth and I would do just about anything to get it.
From there it all went down hill.
When Jr. and I first got together we lived with his mom. I was pregnant when we
got together, but I lost that baby on December 5, 1998 due to complications. I still had never
done a drug at this point. Not even smoked weed. Then we moved in with my
parents. After the first of the year we started doing hard drugs only when my
husband and I would have the extra money to! do it. He was working, I was not.
So you know just how often we had the extra money to do drugs. We did cocaine
and speed. And we still smoked weed. First we started snorting the hard drugs. I
remember snorting my first line with a one hundred-dollar bill. Then, we smoked
them off foil, out of a light bulb or even out of a glass pipe. Then Income Tax
return time came and we bought a lot of drugs. This is around the time I shot up
for my first time and when I shot up my first time, I remember the feeling of it
like it was yesterday! Oh, the rush of it! The way it made me feel. OH BOY that
is a feeling no one can EVER forget! That sound of the "Train". Anyone who
has shot Meth or Coke knows what I talking about. The feeling you get and it
warms your body from head to toe. It is hard to explain. That taste in the back
of the mouth. How you can feel it go though your body. We would even mix the two
sometimes when we would shoot them. I believe that is called a
speedball.
We got our first place together in February 1999. We had
someone we knew to move in with us to help with the bills. That is also when we
had our first “run in” with the police in March of 1999. We kicked out the
roommate because she wasn’t helping with the bills or anything else. All she
wanted to do was party and have fun and sleep in between all this. She got mad
because we kicked her out and she called the cops and told them we were getting
six pounds of speed delivered to our house that night. Anyone that knows
anything about drugs knows that is a lot of drugs in one place at one time.
The police showed up and we allowed them to search our house. They found a light
bulb, roach clips and some prescription Pondimin pills (also known as Fen phen)
that were my mother’s. At this time Pondimin had been taken off of the market
because researchers found out that it could cause major heath problems. From my
research about Pondimin it was basically a prescription pill form of meth. The
pills got mixed up in my stuff when we moved out of my parents’ house and into
the house of our own. But, since the pills were my mother’s pills and they were
in my house I got charged with possession of a controlled substance. We lost our
place to live and moved in with his mother. I now get to deal with that arrest
for the rest of my life. It will always be on my arrest record and my criminal
record unless I have it esponged off of my records.
I found out on April 16, 1999, my 19th birthday, that I was pregnant
with our first child. The hard drugs stopped for me right then and there. I only
smoked weed once in awhile during my pregnancy, but now I know that was just as
bad as anything else was. In September 1999 I was put on probation for those
pills. Imagine the looks I got
walking into court six months pregnant for possession of a controlled substance
charge. I had my little girl on
December 5,
1999, exactly one year after I had my miscarriage. I could not wait
to do a "Bump." I remember that. After that next bump is when I wanted it real
bad. All the time and as much as I could get. We moved out of my husband's
family place in February 2000 and got a trailer of our own in a town not too far
away. The town we moved to is Athens, TX. I
thought we were actually going to get somewhere in life this time. That was
until we met our first famous "Dope Cook" and my husband became the runner for
him. We took him everywhere he needed to go and in return we got “free
dope”--what a great deal we had going on or at least that is what we
thought! We actually got
married in March of 2000. For a wedding present our “dope cook” gave us two 8
balls of speed. Boy did we ever have fun that night! We lost our place to live in early
May of 2000 because we used all the drugs he gave us instead of selling some to
pay bills. We had to move in with my mom and step-dad again. We kept on doing
the “running” for the cook for a few more months.
On June 6th of 2000 I found out that I was
pregnant again with our second child. I do remember I thought, "Oh, boy-- what
are we going to do now?" We kept running him around for dope for my husband and
money or what ever I needed for me since I was pregnant. I did n! ot do any hard
drugs for three months. Then my husband went to jail for the next six months. He
was pulled over for no front license plate and was arrested because he had a
warrant for his arrest and he went to jail Labor Day weekend in September of
2000. I cheated on my husband soon after he got locked up because the guy had
some meth and I wanted some too. I started shooting up again while I was
pregnant and he was locked away. I was shooting up with the guy I was cheating
on my husband with. I only cheated on him with one guy our whole marriage. I still do not know to this day what
possessed me to shoot speed while I was pregnant. I guess it was my addiction.
But the past is the past and I can not change it. I just have to live with it
and move on. In fact, the night I went in to labor I had shot some speed and I
think that is what made me go into labor. She was born six weeks early on
December 12th,
2000. She only weighed 4 lbs. ¼ (.25) oz. I had meth in my system of
course, but when they did the drug test on the baby and her placenta they found
no traces of any drugs. What a miracle! She only had to spend two weeks in the
hospital. And there was nothing wrong with her. They kept her because she could
not keep her body weight. In the hospital CPS came in and gave her to my mom. I
got her back in January 2001. I did not even stop after all that. I still kept
using.
Jr. got out of jail in March of 2001. And immediately we
went back to doing speed together. CPS called me again in April 2001 because I
was going to go to jail for violating my probation and they needed to place my
children with someone (My Parents) other than my husband because he had been
using too. CPS knew that we had
been using together during those months. He got popped his first drug test a few
days after I had to turn myself into jail. And he had to leave the house because
he failed it and then lied about taking the drugs. While I was in jail I think I
received two letters during the whole time I was in there. I sent letters to
everyone I could think of and no response. I was heart broken. I did not even
get a letter from my mom. NO one came to visit me. CPS would not allow my mom or
step-dad to write me or come see me and no one could bring the girls to come
visit me while I was locked up. I really felt forgotten, like I fell off the
earth and no one cared that I was gone. I turned myself into Henderson County
Jail! and they transferred me to Upshur County Jail because that is one of the
other jails that held prisoners for Henderson County Jail. I got out in June of 2001 and I did not
get my kids back until July or August of 2001. When I got out I had to go get
MY HUSBAND from another woman’s house that he was sleeping with
and doing drugs with while I was locked up. Come to find out he cheated on me a
lot while we were married. That was where I should have left him! But I didn’t. Hindsight is 20/20 though.
We moved into his mom’s house together, without our kids. Another mistake I
made. I should have stayed with my children at my parent’s house. I have no clue
what I was thinking. I told him on Father’s Day in June of 2001 that I had
cheated on him. Boy the fighting was on from there. We would split up and get
back together again. This was off and on until we got our
divorce.
We got our kids back and kept on using METH. We
moved out of his mom’s house and into my parent’s house in October of 2001. My
ex-husband, Jr., got a job working not too far from the house. There is where he
ran in to someone we both knew in high school. We found out that he smoked weed
and speed also. After that we started hanging out with him and his wife. Gerry’s
wife, Lauren and I became best of friends. Lauren knew Gerry smoked weed, but
she did not know he smoked speed. After awhile she was starting to suspect he
was doing more than just weed. Gerry
asked me to tell his wife he was doing speed and asked me to try to salvage his
marriage. One weekend we went over there.
Jr. and Gerry left to go find some dope and I told Lauren what Gerry was
doing. She was very upset. This next part is where I went wrong, so very
wrong! I told her she should
try it (meth). After many hours of talking about it, she did. She smoked out of a light bulb and off
tin foil. She liked it! Now, I
realized she was instantly hooked.
We all hung out and partied. Then Gerry started shooting speed behind
Lauren’s back. Lauren was still only smoking at this
point.
I entered College for the spring semester of 2002 trying to straighten my
life out. Well that did not happen. We split up again in March of 2002. The day
we split up this time he pushed me down and knocked my head on a tree, which
caused me to get 3 staples in the back of my head. We split up because he
thought I was cheating on him again, which I wasn’t. That is what started the
whole fight. Someone told him they thought I might be cheating on him and his
high on meth mind told him I was. This happened the day before our second
wedding anniversary, March
25, 2002. Then he moved into his sister’s and I stayed at my parents for a
couple of days. We decided to try to work things out and I moved in with him
over at his sister’s. He had starting hanging out with another dope cook. Well
he came over and wanted us to take him to another dope cooks house in Trinidad. We took him over there. And while we were there
me and my husband fell asleep on his couch and I left the keys on a coffee table
and while we were sleeping the first dope cook stole my car, which had my purse
and my husband’s cell phone in it. When we got the car back my purse was in it
but my driver’s license was missing out of it. Because of all this and the fact I lost
my car I had to drop out of college for the first
time.
My grandmother that had MS died in May of 2002. I went to
go see her shortly before she died. When my mom came over to Jr’s sister’s house
to tell me to pack my stuff, that we were leaving that night to drive to Las
Vegas to see my Grandmother before she died, I had just done a bump like an hour
before she got there. My kids and I went to Las
Vegas and Jr stayed in Texas. I came back a week later and she died a
week after that. When I found out that my grandmother had died my husband was
out on a dope cook. I left messages everywhere I could think of to tell him to
get home because I needed him. It took him another four hours to get home after
he got the message. And boy was he really mad at me for leaving messages
everywhere and with everyone looking for him to tell him to come home. He said
it was not his problem that my grandmother died. I still to this day think he
was out doing something other than cooking dope. He had not changed clothes and
he did not have that dope cook smell to him. I still say he smelled like another
woman’s perfume.
I tried to
kill myself in June of 2002 and CPS stepped back in my life AGAIN and
took the girls away again. I spent three days in ICU. I had taken enough
ambien to kill 5 grown men. And on top of that I had taken a dozen Tylenol PM.
When I got home from the hospital my husband and I continued to use drugs. In
July 2002 we all got kicked out of his sister's place because it was being
foreclosed on. We moved in with another “dope cook” we knew. We lost contact
with Gerry and Lauren at this point. Boy, the things I learned while we lived
there! I could never forget. Some
of the people I met really SCARED ME! I learned never to look people in
the eye that you do not know. We lived there until September 2002. His mom came
and rescued us. I thought my prayers had been answered. We moved out of there
and in with his mom. We got our girls back shortly after we moved back in with
his mom. When we got there he also wanted to go out and “hustle” to get drugs.
He wanted to “hustle” drugs to make money to get diapers for th! e girls rather
than borrowing some money from my mom to get them. This is the last time I
really remember dealing with CPS at all.
I left my
husband on 15th of September-two days before his birthday. I left him because of
a letter I got in the mail from CPS. When one of our friends that just happened
to be a major dope cook around here found out that I was quitting and that I had
left Jr., he told everyone not to sell to me and not to even give me any. While
we were separated, Jr. ran into Gerry and Lauren again. He and Gerry talked
Lauren into trying the needle. I know this because she called me and told me all
about it. And then she wanted me to come over and visit. I told her “no I
couldn’t, because I had decided that it wasn’t a good idea to go over there.
This is around the same time I relapsed in November of 2002 and I only did it
one time, but that is all it takes. I went over to this person’s house to find
out what had happen to a friend of mine that was in the hospital and he told me
that he had died. He offered me a bump and I took it. I went home and thought about what I had
just done. And kicked myself in the butt for it when I came down! But I had done
it and I could not take it back. I
did really well for awhile.
I stayed clean from October 2002 to July 2003. During this time I
actually completed a semester of college. I found out that my husband (soon to
be ex-husband) was in Henderson County Jail and was possibly looking at going
prison for a few different charges. I found this out in like June of 2003.
I relapsed in July 2003. It happened at Gerry and
Lauren’s house. I just went over there to say hi. I knew better than to go over
there. I knew they were still using
and I knew they were shooting it too. I think that in the back of my head I
wanted to relapse. I went over
there thinking I was strong enough to say” no” if I had to. As it turns out, I
wasn’t. Surprise! I went over there and started wanting it.
I was even the one that mentioned getting some. We went and found it. I found someone who had some dope
AND a brand new point (needle)! Oh boy, did I think I was in
heaven! But I wasn’t. My
boyfriend (Now ex-boyfriend - Named Joe) at the time found out where I was and
he knew I had a real bad past with METH. He knew what I was doing but I
denied it for about 8! hours. He would call constantly. He wouldn’t let me get
off the phone and when he did he would call back 10 minutes later. I could not handle lying to him anymore.
I told him the truth. He hung up the phone on me only after he called me a few
more choice names.
About that time is when that “dope cook” friend of mine
showed up over there with another “dope cook” that I knew. They found out I was
back in the area and found out that I got drugs from someone and wanted to know
who gave them to me. When I heard him (The first “dope cook) holler! ed my name
I knew I was in trouble. OH BOY was I in trouble. He also had another friend
with him. I tried to hide it from them by running down the hallway into my
friend’s room but it did not work. They both knew I was there and were hollering
for me to come see them. I went back down the hallway and sat next to the one I
knew the best. He asked to see my arms and I did not want to show him. I had
marked up my arms pretty bad trying to find a vein. But I finally found it only
after I made myself look like a pincushion first. I did not want to show them to him
because I was ashamed of what they looked like and the fact that I had relapsed
again. He made me look at what I done to myself. Then he called my boyfriend and
told him to come pick me up because I was too high to drive all the way back
home. And he told him not to let me come back to that area for ANY reason
and he told him to tell me that when I came down from my high. When my
boyfriend came and got me I was scared he was going to yell and scream at me
some more. But he just took me home. He did not yell at me or call me any bad
names. He just helped me get ready for bed and held me all
night.
I found out in June of 2003 that my husband was being
charged with three different felonies. One was burglary of a habitation (someone
else’s house), another was burglary of a building and the other one was sexual
assault of a minor. When we were separated he decided that h! e wanted a 15 year
old girl over me. Well the sexual assault got dropped due to the lack of
evidence. The 15 year old refused to testify. That was not a surprise. Jr plea
bargained off the Burglary of a habitation charge off and was only charged with
Burglary of a building. He was high on Meth when he committed these crimes and
was looking for money or something he could sell to get more drugs. My ex
husband got his papers saying I was filing for a divorce in July of 2003. He was
in Henderson
County jail waiting to be
transferred to the Texas Department of Criminal Justice prison system. Boy was
he ever mad. I tried to go back to college again the fall semester of 2003 and
it did not work. I had to drop out because of all the stress.
Well my husband and I got the final divorce in October
2003. He was still in prison at this time. I thought I had closed that chapter
of my life for good until I started smoking weed again In April 2004. A good
friend at the time came over in June when he found out and told me that I would
be back on the needle in less then six months. This good friend is actually an
ex-boyfriend of mine that is named Kevin. I stayed clean from meth until August
of 2004. I made it a year and thought everything was down hill from here. Boy
was I ever wrong! A "dope cook" (my now ex-husband) got out of prison in July of
2004. I thought I could say no to it. But when it is right there in front of
your face that is when it is SO hard to say "NO". I smoked it at first. Then I shot it AGAIN. I lied to my boyfriend (Now Ex-boyfriend
- named Jon) about it and hid it from him for six weeks. I know I should not
have done it. I knew before the needle even left my arm that I should not have
done it. I have shot it a few times since then and smoked it a few times
also. My new “clean date” is
November 13,
2004. Boy was that was a mistake to even TRY it again! I “now” battle those awful
cravings to do it again. I don’t crave it as much as I used to. I am scared they will become real
bad again. I also watched my boyfriend go from saying he “hated” needles and
would never put one or let someone put one in one of veins. No! w he prefers
shooting METH. It scares me. To see someone flip like that makes me
realize just how powerful this drug is.
I’ve already lost one man I loved to this evil drug. Now I am scared I am going to lose
two. Which in the end, I did. The place where I live is referred to as
"Speeder Creek Lake”
in a really small town in Texas about 60! miles South East of
Dallas. Back in July, I had a
really good friend of mine murdered because of this drug. It was the dope friend
of mine that showed up at the house where I was when I relapsed in July of 2003.
I have seen this drug do NOTHING but tear “my world” and everyone
else's “world” it touches apart. Meth will make your life a living hell. I do not think you can judge this
drug unless you have been on it or know someone who has. I am not saying, “Go
out and do it.” Please do not
do that. Because it only takes once
and you could be hooked (addicted).
I have done the “picking” and left sores all over my body. Now they are
commonly known as Meth bumps or “bugs”. I have had the suicidal thoughts on more
than one occasion. I thought people were out to get me. I have made a complete
fool of myself on more than one occasion. I never thought I would do this
drug again. I guess the saying
“once an addict always an addict” is true. What I am saying is learn from other
mistakes and NEVER try this drug. And if you do decide to try it remember
all it takes is just once.
The biggest step is to ADMIT and ACCEPT you
have a problem. From there it is all up ! to the individual person. METH
is my DOC (Drug of Choice). Demon of Choice is what I call it and that is
what it is… a choice and a demon all rolled into one. Some people even call meth
the Devil’s Drug. No one caused these relapses but me. Trust me; I have tried
blaming a few people. I have chosen this drug over everyone, myself, my
children, my parents, my lovers & my close friends, all of whom I have hurt
in one way or another because of METH. One of the times my boyfriend and
I were smoking METH, I was rude to a mutual friend of ours because I was
high on METH and did not want her to know it. I was ashamed for people to
see me like that. I have tried to hide it from everyone. But I think the only
person I am fooling is I!
I know I am addict. Now, all I have to do is BE more powerful than the
drug. I really have to be strong, not only for myself but also for my kids. I
have also learned “never say forever” because that is an uncertain amount of
time. I just hope to be able to stay clean and not use anymore. I just take it
ONE Day at a Time. And look to God for answers. I am still adding and
editing this story of mine. I hope this will help who ever may read it. Just
remember to Let Go and Let God. And fake it till you make
it.
I lost what I thought was my second love to this drug in
October of 2004. He could not admit he has a problem with drugs or alcohol. I
had to leave him because his is not healthy for me to be with right now. We no
longer talk. I realized that he was just using me for what is between my legs.
I am now in a 12-step program (AA/NA/Overcomers). This is helping me a lot. It
is a lot of work to stay clean. There are days I just want to give up. But I
can't and won't. The more the stress the more I want to use, but I have not and
won’t. I am bound and determined to
beat this drug. Sometimes I have to live for the next five minutes and sometimes
just for the next second or two. There are a few things that I have to remember
and that is the one thing I have to change is everything. That means people,
places and things and even ideas. I did not destroy my life in one day, a month
or even a year. So it is going to take time to put it back together. I am now
back at home, AGAIN, with my parents and I have my kids with me. I am
NEVER choosing this drug over my kids again. That is the most important
part.
Well I am fixing to get married to a man that has helped me through the
last part of my drug addiction. His name is Kevin. He has always been there for
me to talk to. We have known each
other for a couple of years now and well you could say I am marrying my best
friend. When I relapsed the last time he told me I would relapse back to speed
when he found out I was smoking pot again In June of 2004. I relapsed back to
speed in like two months. I am also fixing to go back to college I can not
believe the! y are actually going to let me in. There is a God and
Grace.
We are going to be closing on a house on September 23, 2005. I am also
fixing to be going back to college in August. I am so excited. Oh my girls are
enrolled in elementary school now. My oldest, Justyne is going in to
kindergarten. And Jordan is going into
pre-kindergarten. They start school in the middle of August. My life is going to
be very busy the next couple of months. My shorter version of my story was put
on The Partnership for a Drug-Free America web-site in the end of August
2005. I made it to one year clean on Sunday November 13, 2005.
Well I got remarried on Thanksgiving Day of 2005. This was November 24, 2005. I
married Kevin. I am very happy. I am back in college and made a 3.3 this
semester in college. I have already planned out my classes for next
semester.
I am reenrolled for college this semester. I start January 17, 2006. I have a very busy life. I am hoping to
have another awesome year of being clean.
I am not just someone you read about. I am a person. I
have two little girls. I also have boyfriend that loves me and I love him very
much. I have two sets of parents that love me. I also have lots of loving
friends and a family that love me too. I did not come from parents that were
drug users. I did not live
around it when I was a child. When I was a senior in high school I didn’t even
know what a joint was, much less crystal meth! That was in March of 1998 and by
December 1998 I was smoking weed. And well you just read the rest of the
story. It’s all history. I have put
a lot of time and effort into this story and the cleaner I get, the more I
remember. Not that it is really weird. So as I remember more I will add more
to this story of mine.
