I lost my best friend to meth about 6 years ago. I don't mean she died, thank god she didn't. I mean a very special person became addicted to viscous wicked drug that changed everything I knew to be true about her. Recently she's gotten clean & had a baby.its not how anyone would have chosen to get their shit together, but she's done it. We've been phone"hanging out" and it's like the real her. For the first time in YEARS it's my best friend, funny and clever & kind... I didn't even realize how much I missed her till I got her back. I had convinced myself that she was dead, since most likely I would hear soon that she was.
She's a great mom, and trying to get home. I'm so proud of her. I pray that she keeps making the right choices. I'll support her however I can.
That's all. I've missed her so much. Immediately glad & hopeful. If you personally, or via a loved one have survived the evilness of meth here's the place to brag. It's the most wretched thing ever created. I hope that someone out there fighting knows that there's light at the end of the tunnel. There's people rooting for you. Who love and miss you. Stay strong.