CHASING THE DRAGON: A DESCENT INTO METHAMPHETAMINE'S GRIP

It began 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 relief. You desire more and more, chasing that high, the dragon's glow. But the grip tightens, the whispers become demands. Your life collapses to a single point: getting the next fix.