Drug Addiction Stories & Info

Belinda tried not to stop and think about how life was before the drugs. She was one of those shy, studious types before she started taking meth. The only reason she started that was for a marathon study before the finals at school. She was, to say the least, very impressed with the feelings the meth gave her. As they say, one thing led to another and soon Belinda was using meth on a semi-regular basis. She did manage to get into college but over time, she started to miss classes. Pretty soon, the meth was more important than the education.

That was then. Now, Belinda slept in fields, near railroad tracks and sometimes in shelters. Taking daily showers was pretty much a thing of the past, unless of course she did stay in a shelter. She didn’t eat much, unless she hadn’t had any meth, so that wasn’t a real problem. She made her money for the meth the same way countless other women did. She prostituted herself. She got slapped around sometimes and these guys weren’t exactly the type one would bring home to mom, but it got her money for her meth. Everything revolved around the meth. That sweet, sweet high was all she could think about and when it was over, she wanted more of it.

She thought of home sometimes. She thought of the nice clean and comfortable beds and the shower and of course, Mom’s cooking. But now, whenever she talked to her Mom, she would mention rehab. Jeesh, couldn’t she just leave well enough alone? At least Belinda called about once a month. Her mother would always cry when they talked. Belinda couldn’t stand that. Yet, she called every month and caught up on what was going on.

During one phone call, out of the blue, Belinda’s mother asked her to come for dinner. That was an invitation that was too good to pass up! When she got there, the whole family was there. They seemed genuinely glad to see her, too! After dinner, Mom brought up how concerned the family was about her. Next, everyone started to chime in. It was an intervention, only Belinda didn’t know what that was. She cried, and a big part of her wanted to get help. But the meth, it was so strong. She ended up leaving that night, but all was not lost. The next month, Belinda’s mom got a call from her. Belinda asked “Mom, can I come over for dinner again, like last time”? That was the beginning of a new life for Belinda and her entire family.