CHASING THE DRAGON: A DESCENT INTO METHAMPHETAMINE'S GRIP

It began 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 escape. You crave more and more, chasing that rush, the dragon's warmth. But the grip tightens, the whispers become demands. Your life shrinks to a single point: getting the next fix. Y