Dear Methamphetamine,
I’m writing this letter to let you know I no longer have any use for you in my life anymore. How could I ever forget about the day we met? You were very seductive and beautiful. You gave me self-esteem like I never thought possible. You lit a sexual energy inside me like I have never experienced before: the long nights in the town, the movie star lifestyle, the hot sessions in the sheets with high class people, the week-long stays in resort hotels, the shores of South Beach, the Folsom Street Fair in San Francisco. Not to mention, the wonderlust, fast times and quick money. I fell for you. I was head over heels wherever you were. I could not sleep when I was with you. It seemed like I would die unless I had you. You controlled every aspect of my life. I would do anything to be with you. I chose to steal, beg, and borrow, hurt family and friends, and give my body away to anyone just to have you. I gave up everything and became homeless just to keep you with me. I watched you kill people close to me. I ate out of garbage cans and lived in tents in the city due to the love I had for you. I have been to jail and have been almost killed due to infection and kidney failure, all as a result of my devotion to you. The crazy thing is I really thought you loved me! Amazingly, now that I am sober, I love myself more than ever, despite all the pain you put me through. I’m letting you know today that I will never have you in my life again. Goodbye! I will warn everyone not to ever fall for your seduction. Everything you represent is a lie!
—Jamison A.
