CHASING THE DRAGON: A DESCENT INTO METHAMPHETAMINE'S GRIP

It started innocently enough. Just a tiny taste to calm the pain. But that first hit, it was a little like a dragon whispering charming nothings in your ear, promising bliss. You desire more and more, chasing that rush, the dragon's warmth. But the grip tightens, the whispers become screams. Your life shrinks to a single point: getting the next fix