Up late and for some reason, I thought to look up “spice withdrawals“.
I came across this website and was reading people’s comments.
I was so shocked to find users of heroin and meth thought spice withdrawals were worse.
I have never tried heroin nor meth, however, I was addicted to spice for 7 months in 2014.
Here is my story:
I was in between jobs and met someone who smoked it a lot.
I had smoked spice once or twice in high school, and hadn’t tried it in awhile so I thought why not?
I continued to smoke it on and off for about two weeks, then I found out my closest friend in the world passed away.
The details aren’t something I’ll go into, but guilt and pity weighed hard on my mind at the time.
After that, getting high off spice was literally the only thing I wanted to do and thought about.
I went from smoking one hit and getting high as a kite to smoking at least once and hour just so I wouldn’t feel sick and start sweating.
It controlled my whole life, it was all that mattered to me.
I got money from a car wreck I was in and blew almost $7,000 in 2 months on spice and pointless things I’d spend money on, because I was high.
After about 7 months, losing almost all my friends, losing my parents trust, and pretty much my own freedom, I realized I wanted to be done.
I wanted to be free and face reality in the way it should be dealt with. A clear mind and a positive attitude.
I scrounged my whole house for any pipes, tin foil pipes, bags, and any bit of spice I might have left. I threw them all away and drove to an old dumpster so I wouldn’t be tempted to dig them out of my own trashcan.
I couldn’t even keep water down, let alone food.
This continued almost 2 weeks.
After that, the worst of the physical withdrawals were over.
I was not prepared for the next part: the emotional withdrawal. It became all I thought about again, but instead of thinking how happy I was to be off it I just thought about how much I missed it and would give anything to have it.
After about 2 months, I met someone online who I had planned to meet up with to buy spice and ended up getting robbed $80 dollars.
That was my eye opening moment. I took it as a sign that not only I didn’t end up getting any spice, but I was lucky I didn’t get robbed even worse or hurt or raped.
I started going to my friend (who passed away)’s old counselor. It helped so much, just talking and facing my problems instead of running from them and letting them control me.
I have been sober a little over a year now, and I couldn’t be prouder of myself.
Everyday is a challenge, but I would never go back to spice.
Life is too short to give it away to drugs.
If you are trying to or thinking about quitting, you have my full respect and support.
It won’t be easy, and you should know that, but you have to know you’re stronger than any drug.