I never thought I’d end up in this place, chained to a drug that everyone just sees as a bad habit, a choice. But for me, crystal meth isn’t about partying or escapism—it’s about survival. Without it, I can’t keep my job, hold my thoughts straight, or even get through the day. I’ve begged doctors for something—anything—that would let me function without tearing my life to shreds, but all they do is offer rehab programs that don’t work for someone like me: it doesn’t work on 95% of crystal addicts.
What I really need is medical support that recognizes my dependence as a medical condition, with prescribed treatments that let me live without the chaos and danger of street meth. It’s not about enabling addiction; it’s about managing it safely so I can keep my dignity and hold onto my life. We’re not just addicts—we’re people trying to survive in a world that’s ready to profit from our medical condition.