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Age: 39
Gender: male
Location: Idaho Falls

I started using meth when I was 25. I only used it off and on for the next 15 years until I was released from prison. It was a drug conviction, but it was meth related. I got into it really bad when my dad died in Aug of '06. From that day I used everyday up until 5 and 1/2 months ago when I was arrested for a Probation Violation. At this time I was slamming up to and beyond a gram of meth in one sitting. I had no compassion for anything or anyone by this time. Before I was arrested and hand cuffed, I knew I was going to jail. So I and a few other women that were sitting by me on the curb of a hotel. I took all they had and what I had and threw it in my mouth and started chewing it up. I was already so high, my pupils where so dilated that the police officer knew I was high. I ate a 1/4 of an ounce in that few seconds, by the time they got me to jail I was overdosing. I was not in control of my body at this time. I was still in control of my mind because I can still remember the weird things I was doing. Impossible things that would remind you of a demonic possession. I had the people being booked in and even the jailers and my Probation officer fearing for the lives. I was between life and death. I believe that I was possessed because I let myself open (that night) to influences of evil to come into me. My P.O. stayed with me there watching me (while I was in a 4x4 attorney visiting room) go through this ordeal that neither I nor he can really explain. For 12 hours I was wrestling with something inside of me that had control of my body, but was trying to get control of my mind. After 12 hours the battle was over and I had won. I can't say what I was fighting for exactly, but in the end I won. Well I think I can take a guess as to what I was fighting for and won ­ My soul. I'm almost six months clean and back in college. I finished out my last semester that all this took place in, and came out on top with completing 6 credits with a 1.97 semester grade point average and a cumulative G.P. A. of 1.70. I realized that night that Meth was a door way to hell and I was inviting demons to use me as a playground.

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