Meth: a Ticking Timebomb Gone Viral

Finding A Way

First of all, let me apologise if there are any technical deficiencies in the words that follow. My brain is still very fuzzy, and even though my vision has almost returned to normal, everything is still more difficult than they were before this latest fall.

In the past, post-relapse meant months of continued use, until once again, I decide to stop. A cycle I have repeated over and over without finding a way to break it. Ninety days off is a great achievement, but only if followed by another ninety days of not using drugs.

I need help...serious help. A few months ago, I was considering rehab, but with my mother's health in decline, I didn't follow it up. This episode has taught me something...it isn't when I initially stop using that I need that kind of intervention. It is around the ninety-day mark after I stop that I need that intensive counselling.

The problems with this are many, and for now, I am safe from making this kind of mistake again. I still have a lot to do. Because of this, I've decided to forego my holiday, so I can take a bit more time now to recover.