I was introduced to spice in 2009.
I bought it because I couldn’t find bud that particular day.
I ended up liking the high better (it was very intense), the munchies didn’t stay around for as long, and I didn’t get anywhere near as tired.
I bought a few more times after that, but eventually it was all spice for me.
I smoked it a lot, and at my worst, I was smoking a good 5 grams a day.
My memory was terrible, and to this day, when my friends bring up things that happened during the time I was smoking spice, I have no memory of them.
Nothing triggers even the slightest recollection of those stories.
I was dating this guy at the time I first found it (let’s call him Roger.)
Roger and I smoked it for two years straight. When things went downhill between us, I am positive I stayed longer than I should have because we were smoking spice together.
He was my “partner in crime” if you will.
He was the only one who knew what it was like to smoke it as much as I did.
We eventually called it quits, and for the months afterward that I was single I continued to smoke it, and ended up introducing my two best friends to it.
We didn’t smoke as much as I had with Roger, but we smoked a good amount.
About a year after the break-up, I met this guy through a mutual friend (let’s call him Doug).
Doug, at the time, was going through drug testing for a criminal charge and couldn’t smoke weed. I introduced him to spice.
We ended up dating for almost three years and that’s when things got bad.
We were spending almost $500 a month on the stuff. Making online orders every week or week and a half, for at least 20 grams, and up to 50, at one time.
Spice is so mind-controlling – we would stay in every night and every weekend because we couldn’t bring it with us.
At that point, if we went longer than 2 hours without smoking, we’d both hit withdrawal symptoms and end up puking.
That didn’t stop us.
I noticed that my high was turning into my sober, because if I didn’t smoke, I felt drunk.
I knew things were getting really bad but I couldn’t quit.
We decided we were just going to have to bring it with us wherever we went just in case we got sick.
Three years after we met, we broke up.
I’m so thankful for that break-up, because if it hadn’t happened, I’d still be in a very dark place.
When we broke up, I didn’t have very much money at all, and I definitely couldn’t afford to do orders as often as we had. I had a tiny little bag left when I moved out, and stretched the use from that little bag out two weeks.
I would pack the tip of a cigarette or pack a little one-hitter just to keep myself from feeling too sick, never enough to actually get high.
I was weaning myself off, and eventually it worked like a charm.
I went 24 hours without smoking it or getting sick, and that’s when I knew things were getting easier.
Since that day, I haven’t touched the stuff and I never will again.
It has such a strong grip on you that you might not even realize until after you’ve quit.
I have my appetite back, I’ve gained back the weight I lost, and my motor skills are completely back to normal.
My memory is still fuzzy, but it gets better every day.
It’s like quitting cigarettes – as long as you have a little left when you try to quit, you’ll be fine.
You have a security blanket knowing it’s there.
If you try to quit while don’t have any, you’ll do everything in your power to get your hands on it.
Trust yourself and trust your will power. It CAN be done, you just need to be sure you’re 100% ready and that you’re doing it for yourself.
Spice is absolutely terrible for you and I’m beyond ecstatic it doesn’t control my life anymore.