The Myth of Immunity I used to look down from a high horse, certain that addiction was a choice I would never make. I hated drugs with every fiber of my being and swore—loudly—that I was untouchable. I judged those who lost it all, never imagining I could be one of them. Then came the day I realized no one is immune. Life has a way of shattering your certainty. When meth entered my life, it didn't care about my promises or my past. It didn't care how much I loved my children or how fiercely I had judged the "addict." It simply grabbed hold and didn't let go. This isn't just my story; it’s a warning. Addiction doesn't discriminate, and it doesn't ask for permission. I thought I was different. I was wrong.