To all those fighting hard for a better life,

Today marks one year since I flushed that shard of crystal down the toilet.

For a decade, I was a functioning meth addict. My job demanded intense physical activity, so quitting wasn't an option.

I held onto my job, but lost my sanity, my partner, my teeth, my father, and the most crucial years of my life. I was lucky enough to quiy my job to focus on recovery.

I'm still unsure how to move forward, and on this one-year milestone, depression and anxiety still weigh heavily on me.

Despite the ongoing struggle, I can confidently say I'm no longer enslaved by the evil white synthetic shit. I've reclaimed my humanity and found solace in that.

I can't express enough how much this community has meant to me. I had no friends before, and still don't, but the supportive comments here have given me strength to keep going.

Thank you all so much.

I'll write again at my two-year mark.

Stay strong and keep shining!! Much love.