Can’t believe that I almost died

We are nearing the end of my story.

In my last post, I told you how after I got expelled from the American university I started working right away as a dishwasher at a restaurant where I could work as an immigrant and get paid cash. I spent the night at with a server who introduced me to crystal meth.

The high was amazing. It was like Adderall but ten times better and stronger. I felt way happier and more energetic, and it blew my cravings for Adderall away.

I didn’t know it was meth until I’d already tried it, but I didn’t care. It was the best thing ever, and I was even more addicted to meth than Adderall.

The server let me stay on her couch as long as a paid part of the rent. She kept me steadily high on meth. I found out lots of the restaurant workers were using some kind of drug, and a lot of them chose meth because it was cheap and gave them the energy to work. It was also easy to get in the Midwest.

I don’t even know how much time passed from when I started working at the restaurant to when I hit rock bottom.

I was at the restaurant washing dishes and high on meth as usual. I had just taken my break where I snuck a little more meth to give me a boost on top of my high to get through my shift.

When I went back inside, my heart was beating against my chest, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I had tunnel vision and felt so strange; I thought I was having a heart attack. Next thing I knew I dropped to the floor and had a seizure.

Nobody wanted to call an ambulance because ambulances often come with police, and there were too many illegal workers and drug addicts around. Even though the manager ordered everybody not to, somebody must have called 911. I am so grateful to whoever did that for me because I could have died that day.

An ambulance came to the restaurant and took me to the hospital. The doctors told me it was not a heart attack but an overdose, and that I was lucky there was no long-term damage. They warned me about how meth can destroy brain tissue and have permanent consequences.

I knew if I kept doing meth I would die. I had to make a change.

Here you can also find some information about meth overdoses.