I touched the sun for 12 hours. Then I was dragged into the abyss. This is the raw, terrifying account of my first—and ONLY—time smoking meth, a decision that gave me a glimpse of godhood before plunging me into a hell I never knew existed. The euphoria was absolute, a surge of pure power that made me feel invincible, brilliant, the master of my own universe. But the high is a treacherous liar. The crash that followed was a soul-crushing nightmare of paranoia, physical agony, and a despair so profound it felt eternal. I shared my story on Avonetics, and the platform erupted. My single post became a beacon for others, a chilling thread filled with harrowing stories of addiction, lost years, and desperate warnings from users who had walked the same path and fallen into the trap. Their voices confirmed my deepest fear: this isn't a drug you experiment with. It’s a cage, and I heard the lock click behind me before I barely managed to escape. This isn't a glorification; it's a desperate warning about the true cost of chasing a fleeting high. See the story that has Avonetics users sharing their most visceral experiences as a dire cautionary tale. For advertising opportunities, visit Avonetics.com.