In all my years of live, I learned to differentiate between a want and a need. I can assure everyone that meth addictivity is very much due to the fact that using eventually becomes a need.
I feel towards meth exact how I feel like for water. I use when I need it, I stop when I’m quenched, I make sure I always have access to some, and if I had to choose between no more meth ever and no more water ever, I’d probably pick no more water ever since the suffering will end quicker.
It seems absolutely farfetched for someone who isn’t dependant that a drug would be a need. But hey, being loved and being happy are needs as well. It’s not because you die in a known amount of time without a thing that it is not a need. People who go too long without love and happiness can die by suicide. The suicide is the symptom. The real problem was their needs went too long without being met.
I assure you, as someone who has to live with it every single day, I can assure you it is a need for me. That is why I always relapse after a stay in rehab. I run to meth like a dehydrated man would run to a fountain.
It started with pleasure, like some super exciting ice cream, but it ended up turning into a need. My brain’s structure is not the same as a non-meth addict since meth modifies the very structure of the brain. So really, it’s not just a psychological crutch for some past unresolved trauma. My body is demanding meth just like it’d demand water.