It doesn’t matter what you call it. It doesn’t matter how you did it. Crystal meth brought us to our knees,
because, without exception, that’s what it does. Is crystal meth a problem in your life? Are you an addict? Only you
can answer those questions. For most of us who have admitted defeat, the answer is very clear. Yes, we had a problem with
speed, and no, we couldn’t fix the problem by ourselves. We had to admit defeat to win. Speed was our master.
We couldn’t control our drug use. What started out as weekend or occasional use became daily use, and we soon found
ourselves beyond human aid. We truly suffered from a lack of power to fix our problem. Some of us used crystal meth as a tool
to work harder and longer, but we couldn’t keep a job. Others picked at their faces and arms for hours and hours or
pulled out their hair. Some of us had uncontrollable sexual desire. Others endlessly tinkered with projects, accomplishing
nothing, but found ourselves so busy we couldn’t get to work on time.
We deluded ourselves into thinking that staying up for nights on end was OK, that our tweaking was under control, and that
we could quit if we wanted to, or that we couldn’t afford to quit, or that our using didn’t affect our lives.
Maybe we saw a friend go to jail, or lose their apartment, or lose their job, or lose the trust of their family, or die, but
our clouded minds wouldn’t admit we were next.
Most of us saw no way out, believing that we would use until the day we died. Almost universally, if we had an honest moment,
we found that our drug use made seemingly insurmountable problems in our lives. The only way out was if we had the courage
to admit that crystal meth, our one time friend, was killing us.
It doesn’t matter how you got here. The courts sent some of us; others came for family or friends, and some of us
came to CMA on our own. The question is if you want help and are willing to go to any lengths to change your life