2%

They say only 2% of people who ever touch meth recover.

I don’t know if that number is true, but if it’s close, if you try it once, you’re stepping onto a road where very few will ever come back.

I’ve seen the “2%” tattooed on people in recovery but also on people still deep in addiction.

People I used with.

Strung out, pale, chewing their cheeks raw.

So maybe it’s not scientifically accurate.
But in my experience?
It feels generous.

Here’s the thing: I’m one of the 2%.
Somehow.
By the grace of God and the love of people who refused to give up on me.

I clawed through relapses, detoxes, jail cells.
Buried people I loved.
Lost years.
Burned bridges.
But Jesus met me in the darkness.

Now? I see the 2% not as a boast, but a burden.
Because behind that number are real people.

If that number is even close, we’ve got work to do.
Maybe we can raise it to 3% or 4% or who knows?
Maybe your story is the spark someone else needs.

You are not alone.
I know the shame.
The whispers.
The feeling of giving up on yourself.

But Jesus hasn’t.
He sees it all and still says, “Come home.”

I love you.
Even if we’ve never met.
Because I’ve been you.
And I believe in you.

Let’s fight together.
For the 2%.
The 98%.
For all of us.

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