ICE -on the verge of reality and psychosis
I'm now 19 and taking short breaks from ICE(meth).
This all started a year and a half ago after being admitted into the mental health ward for 3 months and during that time I'd have a "special nurse " follow me around because I was considered to be vulnerable, and easily taken advantage of.
Losing everyone/everything was hard and people began to distance themselves from me because I'd stopped making sense. I was diagnosed with bi-polar type 1 and was having a manic episode. I then spent a month in a psychiatric rehabilitation centre then was free out in society.
I met a lady in the ward who was an ice user , around 54 years old, a mother of 3, who met me at my lowest and introduced me to ice. I was naive , depressed and had nothing to lose so I started off smoking the pipe, which quickly lead to needles.
I had no idea how dangerous the path I was on could be and felt so euphoric and care-free when using which made it more enticing for my depressive stages. I then began to make friends who where also using (mostly males due to the lack of females who use) and began to steal from houses to feed my addiction.
I was still in a bad state of mind and didn't pick up on the amount of men I'd befriended who where actually pretending to be my friend to try and have sex with me. Once I figured this out, I felt hurt because I realised I didn't have many true friends at this point.
Me and my partner used together, which makes things complicated because we feed off each others cravings and will cave into drug use. I've been using heavily for a year and a half now, a lot of bad things have happened.
I was raped by a 38 year old man who waited until I'd taken my Seroquel (an anti-psycotic bi-polar med) and then raped me once. I fell asleep and I woke up to him doing that, I felt betrayed and hurt because I considered him a friend. But it made me stronger and I learned how disgusting humans can be. I stopped having trust in people or trying to empathize with them. I'd only befriended this man because he had no friends and I felt sorry for him.
A coupe of months went by and I was starting to trust again. I'd had a shot and was asked by a friend to help one of their friends transport a large amount of ice. I felt pressured into the situation and got into this man's car who claimed he could only have one person in the car at a time as his license requirement.
As the night unfolded, it turned out there was no ice to transport. He took me to a swamp, held a knife up to my throats and raped me. This was something I thought I'd never let happen to me again. I was played and felt stupid and my using increased. Except now it was isolated using with just me and my partner, and we stopped communicating with people after that.
We actually moved cities and continued to use somewhere else. I've pressed charges against the first rape but not the second due to being scared of what he will do.
I then began to realise how much pain and suffering we where going through because of our using and the mental strain and not to mention our mental health. My partner is constantly hearing voices and I'm constantly unstable and in a drug induced mania. We are very dysfunctional and find ourselves homeless from time to time but want help now and have applied for rehabs.
I've lost everything and everyone to this drug, the risks we've taken and the violence that comes with using this drug you can't escape. I've met some scary and sadistic people while using, who I keep on my good side. But bad things are unavoidable on ice.