I quit back in june of 07 after using for 2 and a half years. I was using heavily in late 06/ early 07 then a good friend of mine was caught with a load of junk on his way to pick up... part of what he was caught with was for me. Currently my friend is starting his 2nd year of a 5year sentence. Meth has completely ruined his life, and I was well on the way to ruining mine. Watching him get raped by the system over a few bags of dope really woke me up to the fact that we were all just circling the drain. I spent a week detoxing, didn't even leave my bed, struggling with severe depression and withdrawal... stopped answering my phone, didn't go to work and eventually i realized i had to physically start over in a new place because everything and everyone i knew was just another opportunity to get tweeked. I moved back with the rents for a few months to sift through the smouldering rubble of the life i'd fashioned for myself...
Its been two years and i still discover lost paraphernalia with my stuff, everything from straw scoops and gram baggies to oilburners and speedbongs. last year i found a burner with about a half g of residue and i am not proud to say that i smoked it up. afterwards i ransacked my house and tossed all the paraphernalia i could find in dumpster about half a mile away... i was incredibly ashamed for being so weak.
I hardly ever talk to anyone i was close with in those days. and the few that i do quit shortly after i did. Staying away from that whole scene, the hotels, the dank basements and raves, was really the hardest part. Like cutting off your own thumbs... but life goes on and going back to living life without glass was the best favor i ever did myself. I haven't touched it since, tho I certainly won't claim soberiety. maryjane and trip are a few old friends that have never done me wrong ;)