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Bugs burrowed into my legs during ice addiction

An ice addiction left, Binni Lee, 29, giving up on life but a pregnancy test helped her to get clean, find her purpose again and now she is helping others turn their lives around.
Binni Lee. (Image: Supplied)
Binni Lee. (Image: Supplied)

Sitting at home, I looked down and recoiled in horror.

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A nest of bugs was burrowing into my left leg and crawling underneath my skin.

I have to get them out! I thought, panicking.

Grabbing a pair of nail scissors, I sliced into my knee, creating a huge, open wound.

Minutes later, my mum, Kristy, came to visit and found me covered in blood and digging into my skin.

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โ€œOh my gosh, whatโ€™s happened?โ€ she asked.

โ€œThere are bugs in my skin!โ€ I yelled.

Mum grabbed the scissors from me and drove me to the hospital, where a doctor told me he couldnโ€™t find anything in my leg. He cleaned out the wound and glued it back together.

โ€œWhen was the last time you smoked ice?โ€ he asked.

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โ€œAbout half an hour ago,โ€ I admitted.

Me during the height of my addiction. (Image: Supplied)
Me during the height of my ice addiction. (Image: Supplied)

It was 2013, and at 19, my addiction to ice had reached a new low.

Four years earlier, when my boyfriend first offered me crystal meth, I had no idea how dangerous the drug was. I just loved the rush it gave me.

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Before long, I took it almost every weekend while partying with friends.

One day, when I was 17, my boyfriend, who I was living with, came home and turned my world upside down. โ€œI donโ€™t love you anymore,โ€ he said.

Devastated and desperate to ease the pain, I started taking ice every day.

I partied even more and stopped taking responsibility for my life, ignoring my bills and couch surfing or sleeping in my car.

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Mum stuck by me and tried to get help.

Mum and me. She never gave up hope. (Image: Supplied)
Mum and me. She never gave up hope of me giving up my ice addiction. (Image: Supplied)

โ€œIโ€™m always here if you need to talk,โ€ sheโ€™d tell me.

But I didnโ€™t want her to see me like this, so I pushed her away.

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The more I took ice, the more it affected my bodyโ€™s ability to produce endorphins naturally.

It left me feeling physically exhausted and miserable.

By 19, my weight had plummeted to 47kg, and after staying awake for days at a time, I started having hallucinations, like imagining the bugs in my knee.

After giving me medication to treat the hallucinations, the hospital staff and Mum urged me to go to rehab, but I wasnโ€™t ready to get help.

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I started getting in trouble with the law and months later, I was facing up to 18 months in prison for charges including drug possession and dangerous driving.

I showed up to court, prepared to accept my fate.

โ€œDo you care if you go to jail?โ€ a lawyer asked me.

โ€œNo, send me,โ€ I replied. โ€œI have nothing to live for.โ€

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But Mum wasnโ€™t giving up on me. She asked people to write character references for me and gave the judge a letter, telling him about the kind person I was when I wasnโ€™t on drugs and the previous

work Iโ€™d done facilitating personal growth workshops for local teenagers.

The judge instructed me to turn around and look at Mum.

โ€œKristy, tell Binni how you feel,โ€ he said.

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โ€œI donโ€™t want you to die,โ€ Mum told me, with tears streaming down her cheeks. โ€œI love you and know this isnโ€™t who you are.โ€

The judge instructed me to get help and gave me a suspended sentence with no conviction recorded.

Though I was grateful to be given a second chance and moved by Mumโ€™s emotional display, I still struggled to give up ice.

Me when I was pregnant with Payton, 2014. (Image: Supplied)
Me when I was pregnant with Payton in 2014, after giving up ice addiction. (Image: Supplied)
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A few months later, in February 2014, I started feeling nauseous and experiencing stomach cramps.

โ€œI have a pregnancy test if you want it,โ€ my roommate offered.

I took the test, and when it came back positive, I laughed and cried with shock and joy.

The babyโ€™s father wasnโ€™t around, so I knew Iโ€™d have to do this on my own.

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In an instant, I had a purpose and a reason to change. I picked up my pipe and other drug paraphernalia and smashed it all to pieces.

This child needs me, I thought and reminded myself of that as I detoxed.

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I was so determined to stay clean, even the thought of doing ice made me feel sick. Then, at 22 weeks pregnant, a routine pap smear revealed I had cervical cancer.

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I was stunned. Iโ€™d worked so hard to get clean and healthy for my baby, and now I was facing this frightening battle.

The doctor sensed my panic and quickly put me at ease.

โ€œFortunately, weโ€™ve caught this early,โ€ she said. โ€œSo we can wait until youโ€™ve given birth to remove the cancerous cells.โ€

When my daughter, Payton, was born in September 2014 and placed on my chest, I felt an overwhelming sense of peace.

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Everythingโ€™s going to be okay, I thought.

Me and my daughters Layla (L) and Payton (middle). (Image: Supplied)
Me and my daughters Layla (L) and Payton (middle). (Image: Supplied)

A week later, Paytonโ€™s drug tests came back all clear. She hadnโ€™t been affected by the ice Iโ€™d taken before I discovered I was pregnant.

โ€œIโ€™m so glad sheโ€™s okay!โ€ I cried to Mum.

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Life has only gotten better and better since.

Six weeks after Paytonโ€™s birth, I had the cancerous cells in my cervix removed and was declared cancer-free. I was deliriously happy to be healthy finally and to love and care for my little girl as she grew.

Then, in 2018, I met my partner, Matthew, 30, at a bar I was working in. Heโ€™s a beautiful man who makes me feel loved and appreciated.

Heโ€™s become an amazing dad to Payton, now eight, and together, we had my second daughter, Layla, now four.

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Matthewโ€™s never judged me for my past and has always supported me.

Me with Layla (left), Matthew and Payton (right). (Image: Supplied)
Me with Layla (left), Matthew and Payton (right). (Image: Supplied)

โ€œYouโ€™re the best mum,โ€ he tells me constantly.

Today, Iโ€™m nine years clean, and life couldnโ€™t be more different from when I was 19.

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I own a home, have a close relationship with my family and love being on the P&C committee at Paytonโ€™s school, helping with fundraising and other events.

Over time, my natural endorphins returned, and now Iโ€™m so happy and energetic that I barely recognise myself!

Iโ€™m sharing my story to inspire others struggling with addiction.

I want to show them that itโ€™s possible to turn your life around because everybody deserves to feel this good.

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