Here is a little more history. I hope this helps, if not, disregard. This is a posting I made trying to figure out meth addiction (I never done meth and I hate mentioning it... My ex and I drank together, I later found out she was using meth.... So if you have old friends and with bad habbits, I would recomend dropping them).

i dated an ex addict for two years (meth). first year, she was recovering, clean for four years. stayed alone. just really working on herself. she did really good and looking back, I am really happy and proud as I never seen someone want to just work on herself and learn to be happy alone.

a red flag popped up and I left her for a few months.

a year went by and there seemed to be a lot of trouble and I couldn't put my finger on it. I never thought of it being meth relapse. how could it be? I knew her for a year and she was doing soooooo good. the trouble grew like osmosis to the point to where I gave up.

she robbed her friends house, tried robbing her other friends house, then went back the next day and hung out with these people and blamed it on innocent people and turned enemies against these people "who did it" when really, they don't do meth, she does and she's hanging out with this tweeker person egging on her tweeker pal about these poor victims that the real enemy created.

Her friend, texted me and said that she is on meth again, my exes parents were really mad last time I spoke to them, had the tone in their voice like they wanted no conversation about their daughter even if it was to help her.

She is digging this massive hole for herself really fast.

I have a feeling (I don't talk to her anymore... nooooooooooo way) that she was kicked out of her house because the person who told me she is back on the go fast said she is living on this other street in this tweeker pad now.

I know nothing about that stuff.... I was always a drinker and stoner.

so my question is...

how long do people typically stay on meth for?

with my drinking, I couldn't stop. I wanted to quit drinking for years but not to sound cliche but, it was an obsession of the mind. I could not stop.

the only reason I did stop was my mom dropped me off at a rehab in the middle of the woods 200 miles away and the family I loved was no longer there for me so after I DT'd and withdrawled I hopped the wall that surrounded the complex and ran away to be homeless for eight months until I could get my own place and fight for my life to have my family back.

I'm a different person though.... I have a heart and seeing my mother see me like that and leave me like that was something that made me want to kick the **** out of alcoholism and do something to make her happy. I don't know how long someone would tweak for until they figure it out...

Does anyone know about this?

I'm not trying to get her back or anything....

I just, can't believe she is going down like this.

I remember this time she was wearing these pants that used to be so tight on her and then I remember those pants sagging and stuff, then I saw pictures of us a year ago and she was thick, now she is skinny... Just...

With meth is it like the same thing with my alcoholism? You don't stop until youre about to die alone in the middle of the woods?

Or is it like shrooms where you can do it and stop whenever you want?

i would get my day started with that half fifth bottle and then feel like I needed a 750 ml bottle. 325 ml. of rum was my coffee. 750 ml was like my gatorade and water (stranger is I'm an athlete....

Once I drank a bottle got on the treadmill and ran a mile just under 6 minutes. my mentality was, if Im killing myself might as well go through 6 minutes of pain to get back in shape real quick).