Monday, May 19, 2014 marks my 13-year anniversary. I was a meth addict from 17 to 26. By the second year, I used every day. At one point I realized I had no true friends, and nobody who I loved knew who I really was because they didn't know this secret of mine.
It was a very lonely life, and one that I never imagined myself to ever lead. I'd been a good kid, always exceling in class, and I had lots of hopes and dreams for myself. Somewhere along the line, following my parents' divorce, I became a rebel and sought out friends and situations that were anything but unhealthy. Before I knew it, I was using every day and in fact could not function without it. I'd lost total control of my life as the drug was now in control of me. I knew I needed to get out and live the life I was meant to live, so finally, after 9 years, I found an outpatient program that let me quit the way I wanted to.
Since then, I have never looked back. I went back to college and got my undergrad degree, and even went on to get my Masters from UCLA. I was so worried that all the years of abuse had killed my brain, but apparently that was not the case. Now I live a very successful life with lots of family, friends, love, and laughter. I grow every day and make an effort to appreciate all that I have now. I am lucky to be alive and beyond lucky to be clean. I know when I was using I sought out stories of people like me, just to know that I wasn't totally alone, so I want to share this story with everyone. You are stronger than you ever imagined, and you can and will get through this. You are not alone.