My immediate family is addicted to Meth. We are watching each other kill ourselves, and yet we still choose to pass the pipe to each other. We are using to live and living to use. Instead of fighting to keep each other clean, we are fighting over who has the worst problem of the week. Some days I want to run to the cops, other days back to rehab or church. Then there are just some days I feel like I would rather die with them in this terrible addiction, than to leave all that I've known behind. I can't what its doing to us, and I don't know what to do or who to talk to that can actually help.
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