It was December 2015 when Isabella first started using ice – the first anniversary of her son’s
“I had no idea how much it would destroy my life,” the 23-year-old tells me.
“I knew about drugs, but you never know how addictive they are until you’re stuck in a world where you rely on them to do simple daily things.”
Isabella only remembers small parts of the life she lived while high. It mostly felt like someone else’s life, and hearing stories from the time makes her question everything. Wow, really? She’d think. That doesn’t sound like something I’d do. Except it was.
Ice took away Isabella’s thoughts—that’s why she did it so often; so she wouldn’t have to live in the now, and think about all the hardships she’d been through.
“It made my mind happy, so I must have been happy, right?”
It took away her speech and communication skills.
“I could barely talk or put sentences together. I would mumble a lot, and wouldn’t look at people’s faces," she says.
Isabella isolated herself and tried to not communicate with anyone face-to- face, aside from other users. Her only form of contact with the outside world was through text or Facebook—where they couldn’t see or hear her.
The South Australian woman spent thousands and thousands of dollars on ice. She would work, but only to supply her dangerous habit.
“I was making so much money. All of it went on drugs. Who needed a house when you had your pipe?”
Before the drug, Isabella lived comfortably in a four-bedroom home full of furniture and beautiful clothes. She had a beautiful dog and a great job. Ice took everything—all she now has from her life before is $30,000 of debt.
Isabella couldn’t eat. She couldn’t sleep. If friends and family forced her to eat, she would stick her fingers down her throat to throw it up—her body wasn’t used to it. She didn’t even think of food. She would stay awake thinking about nothing. Absolutely nothing. If she wasn’t out looking for her next hit or partying, she was in bed sucking down a pipe.