HUNTING THE DRAGON: A DESCENT INTO METH ADDICTION

It kicked off as a simple taste. Just a tiny hit to see what all the fuss was about. But that first spark turned into an insatiable craving. The {dragon's{ grip tightened, its claws piercing deep into my soul. I was addicted, a prisoner in my own body. Each moment became a fight to escape the void inside. The world disappeared until all that remain