April 20, 2019
I first tried meth when I was 24.
I had just moved to Toronto and discovered the bathhouse scene – a place where men went to have sex with men. A man I met offered it to me and I tried it, screaming at myself to stop, but ignoring it.
What followed over the next 4 days was just foreshadowing of the destruction I would unleash nearly 20 years later.
My aunt saved me by calling my father. Whether she knew or not she did know something was amiss and I found myself back home in Sarnia living with my parents.
Through the love of my parents and complete abstinence, I beat my addiction into submission for 20 years.
Then the apocalypse came.
Before I share this part of my story I have to warn you of its graphic nature. I will make every effort to remember this is Facebook and write accordingly.
