HUNTING THE DRAGON: A DESCENT INTO METH ADDICTION

It began as a simple taste. Just a tiny hit to see what all the fuss was about. But that opening rush turned into an all-consuming need. The {dragon's{ grip tightened, its teeth sinking deep into my soul. I was hooked, a prisoner in my own being. Each moment became a fight to escape the void inside. The world disappeared until all that remained was