SEEKING THE DRAGON: A DESCENT INTO METHAMPHETAMINE'S GRIP

It started 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 desire more and more, chasing that rush, the dragon's comfort. But the grip tightens, the whispers become pleas. Your life collapses to a single point: getting the next fix.