SEEKING THE DRAGON: A DESCENT INTO METHAMPHETAMINE'S GRIP

It began innocently enough. Just a little taste to ease the pain. But that first hit, it was almost like a dragon whispering sweet 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 demands. Your life narrows to a single point: getting the next fix.