I started using meth when I was in college. Since my school allowance is not enough to sustain my cravings, I started stealing. First, it was money kept by my mom in her cabinet. After a while, I ransacked her jewelry. I also abused alcohol, got into a lot of bar fights and used to hit my girlfriend when I was drunk.
Then I suddenly got tired of it and decided to change. I went to med school. I was in control of my life. I drink to socialize and drugs was out of my system. I thought i have it all.
Then came the review, because of the pressure, i drink two bottles of beer every night after reading for the whole day. When the result of the national licensure examination came out, i miserably failed. ...Depression. I decided to take the exam again, and when i was reviewing, the bitterness of my piling failures in life was obvious. I back stabbed my friends, made up stories of how glorified i am and i acted as if everybody was inferior vis a vis my intellect. Then, meth came knocking. My friends and professors found out and everyone hated and condemned me. I was not able to take the exam again.
"Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened." - Matthew 7:7-8