 |
I remember thinking in high school that I would never do drugs. But I did. I started shooting Meth on a regular basis. My arms looked like pincushions. I shot speed while I was pregnant with my daughter. She weighed so little she almost died, and when I got her back, I still kept using. I left sores all over my body. In a rage, I slashed my wrists to commit suicide. I chose this drug over everyone. And it almost killed my children.
» Read More Stories
» Read Jen’s Full Story
|
|
|
