My Personal Journey With Meth Addiction

Hi, I’m Jackie and I'm a recovering addict. The photo is of my family at exactly the time I was introduced to Methamphetamine. I've never thought back to the beginning of it all and gone through my journey step-by-step; so I am inviting you to come on this ridiculous ride with me. The good, bad, and down right ugly of it all.

I don't know how or why, but it sort of crept into my life like It was meant to happen. To be honest, in a way it was like coming home to a place I loved and felt confident in my skin finally. It wasn't that I had a bad childhood or been abused, or had any excuse really to start using meth, except I was looking for something that was missing. I wasn't young and stupid. My God, I was around 40 years old and had two children, my darling daughters. I had a mortgage and had a degree in Social Work. I had separated from my ex-husband and the girls' father, and had been with my new partner for about six years. I thought everything was fine or no worse than any other time. I had just had a traumatic experience with my job which resulted in me being asked to resign, so I had time on my hands and I knew that I had a lot of healing to do because of what I had gone through with my agency.

Perhaps that's when I felt more vulnerable and weaker than usual. But as fate — or whatever you want to call it — intervened, the strangest thing happened. I was leaving my local bottle shop when two characters I recognised from my past were sitting on a public seat together talking. I knew they both had addictions and I pulled my car up to say hello. Although at that time I did not inquire about drugs as I would in the near future, I was definitely thinking that they were my link to the world of A-class drugs. I wasn't thinking meth, just Uppers in general. As I drove home I was thinking how funny it was to come across them, as it was so far in the past I couldn't remember their names. What I was unaware of was that fate also had me bumping into them in the very near future.