I honestly don't know what to say but my life has been crazy these past few years. I've been in 3 group homes since I was 14 I'm going on 18 now and I am on the run from the group home. Today's date is April 23 of 2020 and I ran away January 25 and honestly it's been a roller coaster ride. When I came back I started to date a guy named Ryan. He was a family friends son so of course I trusted him a little more than I should. Everything was good for about a week. We basically lived together. It was me my mom and him in one small camper. He would stay out at night with my moms friend. He wouldn't come home until 4 or 5ish and has to be at work at 7 until 5 at night. I didn't think about it because I was so in caught up in the dreams of settling down. He was on meth. Soon he gave me an ultimatum of either moving with him to his "friends" house or leaving me. His "friend" was my moms secret lover. I didn't know all that until I moved in. He started to do meth in front of me. So one day him and his friend offered it to me so to make him happy I did it and I felt like I could rule the world. I would do about 4 to 5 lines a day. It was addictive. I started to push everything and everyone I loved away. Nobody ever thought this beautiful little girl
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Would be addicted to Meth.
Until next time... Hope you gain hope by hearing my journey.
