My parents and family knew something was very wrong with me, and they let me know they were worried. I thought they were over-reacting. I thought I was just fine, and they were the ones who were worried over nothing. I couldn't understand why they wouldn't just leave me alone. I don't have any kids, and I wasn't in a relationship, so who was I hurting? I was hurting myself, and they saw it clearly. So in turn it hurt them. I was so blinded by my lifestyle, I did not see.
Bottom line is: there was not one thing they did to cause my addiction to meth, and there was nothing they could do, or say, to make me stop. That was my responsibility, and mine alone.
*Sponsored
Link









