CHASING THE DRAGON: A DESCENT INTO METHAMPHETAMINE'S GRIP

It kicked off innocently enough. Just a tiny taste to numb the pain. But that first hit, it was a little like a dragon whispering honeyed nothings in your ear, promising relief. You crave more and more, chasing that rush, the dragon's glow. But the grip tightens, the whispers become pleas. Your life narrows to a single point: getting the next fix.