Editor, Times-Union: Dear Meth, Well, here I sit once again in jail because I fell into your arms. You just couldn't stand it that I was on top.
I was fighting you and the fact that you came into my life is no surprise. Yes, you got me to turn against my children, my job and the One who held my hand through it all and still does. That is why I say you didn’t win this one ’cause I'm not dead. I’m holding on to gain strength to fight you once again.
I fell, but I will not give up! I will continue to fight you!
