Coming down from meth is an indescribable nightmare. My body feels like it's been pushed to its limits, exhausted and jittery at the same time. The once intense rush of euphoria has given way to an overwhelming sense of emptiness and despair. My heart races erratically, and my mind is a chaotic mess, bouncing between paranoia and deep sadness. Every nerve feels raw, and I'm haunted by the shadows of regret and shame.

I feel horrible. I am never smoking meth again. NGL it was fun but once is enough. I need to surround myself with better people.