[cross-posted here]

Saying that I’m a recovering meth addict sounds awfully dramatic. Instead I’ll tell you that I had a . . . thing with methamphetamine. We had an intense and twisted relationship during my early twenties. Turns out, it had been a long time coming. When I look back on it, the story actually began with the diet pills I started taking when I was twelve. Or maybe the relationship began even sooner, when I first experienced anxiety over my body, worrying over its relative worth.

In some ways, getting hooked on meth was ultimately a good thing. It accelerated my speed use from legal-and-bad to illegal-and-devastating. What could have festered for years as low-grade speed addiction was bumped to a level that became – quite obviously – a Problem and had to be dug up and rooted out.

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