Meth: a Ticking Timebomb Gone Viral

This New Life in Thailand

As I sit on my king-sized bed in my hotel room in Patong, Phuket, I feel blessed. To still be alive...to still have my faculties and to have this opportunity of a fresh start will not diminish with time.

The entities (demons or aliens or what have you) are still with me...psychosis from years of mentally and physically abusing my brain with drugs and sleep deprivation will not disappear overnight. But the hope is that in time, they will eventually leave, and I will be able to live a relatively normal life the longer it is I don't use meth.

I have only been here a week. I still have to organise my long-term visa. I need to fly to Bangkok in a few days to finalise this process. Then the decision of where to settle. At present, I am thinking of either Krabi or Hua Hin. Patong is a crazy place full of tourists, and a local scene that is hell-bent on exploiting every cent out of us Farangs. I don't mind supporting the locals, after all, they are simply trying to make a living and I tip the hotel staff generously. But, I desire to find a more quiet life in the provinces. This will, however, come at a price. In Patong, most people speak some English, but further out into the countryside, language will be a problem I will need to address.

My hope is that when I learn some basic Thai, and make an effort to try and integrate into the local community, in time I won't be looked down upon, so much as looked at as someone who wants to help and become a part of the community. That is my wish.

This is my blog and journal of this new life...a life without drugs and the search within my own heart to try to find the happiness that I know I deserve.