The year was 2003… I was scared while driving down a country road. We had a meth lab in my vehicle on our way to finish cooking the batch. I don’t know how many days I had been awake on meth. I was hearing voices. I thought it was my friends whispering. I asked them what they were saying and they claimed they weren’t talking. I parked the vehicle in the middle of the road and stepped outside. It was midday and I started pouring meth into a spoon to draw up a syringe full of drugs to inject into my veins. I filled the spoon full but did not have enough water to get it all into the needle. I told them to take my vehicle and leave me. They left. I hopped a wire fence and walked to a pond. I put water from the pond into the spoon and pulled back the plunger. I injected too much and my body shut down. I overdosed. When I woke up all my money and drugs were missing. My “friends” robbed me and left me for dead. I have not done any meth since March 4, 2004 You can recover from anything you are going through. if you need help reach out @988lifeline ☎️ Donations can be sent @afspnational to help with suicide prevention ❤️‍🩹 105,120 suicides as of 6:49 p.m. February 5, 2026 🆘 (source: world o meter)