CHASING THE DRAGON: A DESCENT INTO METH ADDICTION

It began as a light try. Just a single hit to check out what all the fuss was about. But that initial buzz turned into an insatiable need. The {dragon's{ grip tightened, its claws piercing deep into my thoughts. I was addicted, a prisoner in my own body. Each moment became a fight to numb the anguish inside. The world shrunk until all that remained