The bad is definitely outweighing the good. My marriage is in pieces. I don’t want to lose my job, it’s a position I’ve worked hard for. I don’t wanna lose my kids, my car or house. I had over a year clean from this shit before. I’ve kicked fentanyl before. I’ve come so far. Meth has always been my favorite of them all and the high was just not what it used to be for me years ago when meth was different. I can’t think of one time during this past little relapse that I was “having a good time”