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“Still, children seem like empty vessels who pick up on everything and are so affected by their surroundings. I mean, that's what they tell me in therapy and it seems to be true. Stuff I don't consciously remember affects my behavior every day. I see that now”

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Book:Tweak: Growing Up on Methamphetamines
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Tweak: Growing Up on Methamphetamines

This book offers a personal account of the struggles and challenges faced by the author as they navigated the complexities of addiction and recovery during their teenage years. more

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Nic Sheff
Nic Sheff

Nic Sheff is an American author who gained recognition for his memoir 'Beautiful Boy: A Father's Journey Through His Son's Addiction'. The book details his struggles with drug abuse from his teenage years and his journey to recovery. more

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