Meth Highs and Lies
My addiction did not start until I was 23 years old, around the time my dad passed away. I was a single mom with two kids, working two jobs. My dad’s passing was extremely hard on me. I lost my best friend, my everything. I did not know how to cope, so started associating with people who would have a negative effect on me. This was the start of my addiction to the criminal lifestyle.
I had gotten two strikes on my record. After getting out, I thought I couldn’t get a job with my record, so I ended up going back to that dangerous crowd. It was like a ripple effect after that, leading me in and out of prison while my mom raised my kids. When I was 29, I finally got my life together. I found a job being a cashier at a grocery store. I met my husband and ended up having a third daughter and my son three years later. I was happy. I had a home and my whole family. However, my husband was growing weed to make extra money on the side. My mother-in-law was an addict and was money-hungry, and since we refused to give her money for drugs, she sold us out.
My house got raided, and my past came to haunt me. CPS got involved, and they put my kids in foster care for six weeks. While they were in there, they were being neglected. It took three weeks of calling every day to find out where they were. When I finally located them, I had my first visit. My kids had bruises, and they weren’t wearing the clothes I sent them with. They had extra small clothes on. My son was only nine months old. I had sent formula, but they were giving him regular milk and using the formula for another kid. Finally, I called the CPS supervisor, they drug tested me, it came back negative, and my kids came home to me. Meanwhile, I was fighting the case against me for growing weed.
When the time came, I had to turn myself in, so I sent my children to stay with my mom. I did three years in prison. When I came out, my family told me that my husband had been with other women that I knew while I was in prison. I ended up leaving him. My kids and I moved to Washington State to live with my mom.
This was when I met my ex, who would change my entire life. When we first met, he put on a persona that he was this perfect guy. Come to find out, he was a nightmare. I found out he was into fraud and was doing meth. He would break into homes and rob them. He introduced me to a new world. We started using meth together and in my mind, I thought we were perfect together. Eventually, I saw his true colors. He was jealous, narcissistic, insecure, as well as a liar, and a manipulator. We were using a half-ounce a day and he would get so high that his mind was not right. That is when the abuse started. Luckily my kids were safe with my mom and did not have to see any of this. The abuse got so bad his own family had to call the cops on him.
I was so broken due to the abuse; I didn’t understand what went wrong in the relationship. I went to the next level with my addiction and started injecting. My 18-year-old ended up finding used needles in my car, she went and told my mom, which ended up ruining my relationship with my mom and kids. I lost trust and was kicked out. My family refused to see me or talk to me. I looked horrible from the meth and physical abuse.
“Finally, I had enough. I called my mom crying telling her I needed help and that if I didn’t get help, I was going to end up killing myself or my ex would get to me first. My mom called around and found Narconon…”
Finally, I had enough. I called my mom crying telling her I needed help and that if I didn’t get help, I was going to end up killing myself or my ex would get to me first. My mom called around and found Narconon. It took me two weeks to build up the courage to go because I was so afraid of change. I finally did and ended up getting on the plane to Narconon. It saved my life and made me see I am not alone and I am not broken.
The Narconon program is the best thing that ever happened to me. My relationship is so much better with my family. They trust me again and can tell I’ve done a 180. I know addiction is hard to escape, but if you want sobriety, it is there for you. No one can force you; you have to want it. Narconon saved my life, and all I had to do was reach out. Addiction can come to an end, and Narconon makes that possible.
—V.H., Narconon Graduate