SEEKING THE DRAGON: A DESCENT INTO METHAMPHETAMINE'S GRIP

It kicked off innocently enough. Just a brief taste to numb the pain. But that first hit, it was like a dragon whispering charming nothings in your ear, promising bliss. You long for more and more, chasing that high, the dragon's comfort. But the grip tightens, the whispers become screams. Your life collapses to a single point: getting the next fix