The past summer I was into trying a few new drugs besides weed. Started with mushrooms. Did em Friday and Saturday night for about a month straight since I got paid every Friday. Then my roommate at the time got into coke and convinced me to try it. Started doing that every weekend too; and eventually would do both mushrooms and coke. I started getting very depressed about my ex which is why I was in a "idgaf" mood to try these. Little did I know these drugs were making the depression worse and making me suicidal. One night at a big party I drank a 40 of whiskey, smoked weed, ate mushrooms, did coke and was prettyy fucked up. I was coming down and a guy came to me and asked if I wanted to do more coke with him. I agreed and went to do it with him. The dude waits until after to tell me it wasn't coke and that it was meth. That's the last thing I remember before I woke up back at my apartment on the bathroom floor covered in puke. My roommate told me he found me unresponsive with my eyes open rolled back and almost called an ambulance. I didnt remember any of this shit when I woke up until he told me all this. I had to stop working because the suicidal thoughts got so bad. I would hope to get in an accident on the highway and would try to hurt myself at work. I tried to hang myself on my 20th birthday and eventually told my parents about these thoughts. They set me up a doctors appointment and I got prescribed anti depressants and Lorazepam for my bad panic attacks (I was having 2-3 a day at this point;Im convinced it was from meth withdrawal). They got so bad that I got hooked on the Lorazepam and took about six times the dose one day at work. I had to sleep in my car for four hours before being able to drive home. I stopped taking pills all together and left my job. It took about 2 months for me to leave my room/stop staying up all night... Im doing good now.

~The whole saying "meth; not even once" thing is true. Dont fuck with that shit.