Not that it stopped me. The thing about meth, or drugabuse, is that it has its own logic. When you’re using, that’s all you can think about: your next score, your next hit. If you have to blow a paycheck or two to get your fix…so be it. It doesn’t have to make sense to anyone but you.

It was, of course, a long way down after that first payday binge. But there was nothing I could do to stop it, any of it: nothing I could do to pull out of a tailspin that seemed to feed off itself, so that before too long I was more just along for the ride than anything else. I was fortune enough to still be breathing when I hit rock bottom. If you are now where I was then, don’t count on having the same luck. Have the good sense to get help while you still can