A person describes how FOMO, fear of missing out, drove their crystal meth addiction. They'd check apps obsessively on Friday nights, imagining parties while ignoring their own children. What they actually missed was their life evolving.
Here's what kept me going back to crystal meth. One word, FOMO. Being alone on a Friday night, not being on the apps, felt like I was separated from the universe. Who's out tonight? Who's partying tonight? Is that guy from out of town in tonight? All the questions that took over my brain, even though I was sitting there face to face with my own children. All I could think about was, what party am I missing? And the only thing I was missing out on was the evolution of my own life.
