>>2121521130 years ago, when i was about your age, I was a homeless meth addict. Today I own a hobby farm on south vancouver island, Im happily married with three teenage sons. My wife and children have no idea just how low I had sunk. Im not "rich", but my mortage is paid off and I own my vehicles.
I was addicted to opium (which in those days was rare) and crystal meth. I would go on benders for days, even weeks.
Idk how it all changed. one winter I just decided I had had enough. I think the turning point came one december night, it was raining, I was crouching in a tiny crawlspace, full of puke and human waste and garbage, between two buildings trying to light my meth pipe, and I realized how fucked up my life was. You know that line from the shawshank, when Morgan says "you either get busy living, or you get busy dieing" ...
One of my brothers had a cabin, a hunters shack really, up on some vacant property, a trapline, (my brother was a registered traper) he owned in the interior of bc (near blue river). No running water or hydro but it had a phone. he offered to let me stay there. I had very little money, just a 500$ welfare cheque. I got a greyhound ticket and filled my packpack with rice and beans and went up there. I had to beat the addictions first. The only book in that shack was a copy of the KJV bible. There was a creek (the serpentine) that ran by the cabin.
It took almost two months. the withdrawls were horrible, painful. you wouldnt understand. I went through all kinds of hell. nausea, vomitting, chills, fevers, sweats, my bones ached, my whole body wracked in pain for weeks. crawling in and out of that bunk, literally on my hands and knees crawlign to the outhouse and shitting myself before i could there. forcing myself to stagger to the creek to clean my body in near zero degree water.
tbc
