Meth: a Ticking Timebomb Gone Viral

Eyes On The Prize

Today I did my second workout...and there were some marked differences from the first. Not just the gains, but in my first session, I noticed my eyes were always looking down onto the floor because this is where my dealer and I would meet to do the weigh and exchange...and I was looking for shards he may have dropped by chance.

I was going through a million thoughts...what if I do find some? What will I do then? It will be such a tiny amount it wouldn't be worth my while trying to use...but still, for the entire session, my eyes were looking down.

Today, I went into my gym, set up and put on Paul Oakenfold's Bunkka...and between sets, I danced for joy...it didn't even occur to me until later that I had not looked down once to see if there was any drug...now, that's real progress.

I am still very emotional...very vulnerable and very weak...but, I am stronger than I was yesterday, and in more ways, than I can ever imagine.

Today, I did not use...tomorrow, I will do my best to not use. And each day I don't, is a day closer to freedom.

Thanks again for all your support and best wishes, they are words that will never be underestimated or underappreciated.