I first tried spice during the spring of 2012.
I smoked a very small dose of an herbal incense called Fa-Q.
The effects were terrible and immediate.
My heart began to race, my vision was reduced to lagging still shots of what I looked at, and my heart started pounding very fast and very hard.
My cognitive functions were severely impaired.
I remember sitting down trying to remember to breathe. As I sat there fighting for my life, my friends kept asking me if I was okay, and that I looked pale and sick.
I was unable to formulate a coherent thought, let alone speak.
After a few minutes the darkness began closing in. And I passed out.
My friends tell me I was only unconscious for about ten minutes, but I remember being in hell for an eternity.
Alone, afraid, in the swirling void.
It was like my soul was being consumed by a monster.
After a while, I awoke to my friends talking about how I had not been breathing while I was out cold.
I made a speedy recovery and carried on with my day.
Unfortunately, this is where my story gets worse.
A few days later, my friends found a different brand of spice for me to smoke. They pressured me into trying it, so I did.
I actually enjoyed myself.
Thus began a year and a half long addiction to spice.
I eventualy found myself smoking about three grams a day of whatever brand that I could find.
My story gets worse still.
After about a year into my addiction, I started noticing many strange things happening. If started out as mild hallucinations, and synchronicities.
It eventually became a full blown psychotic break.
I found myself enthralled with every conspiracy theory and doomsday prophecy you can imagine.
I became increasingly delusional with each passing day.
I eventually reached rock bottom when my father noticed my irrational behavior and had me involuntarily committed.
I stayed in the mental ward of my local hospital for three weeks, all the while still experiencing psychotic symptoms, even though I had been clean the whole time there.
I lost my job, and eventually became homeless.
I lived in my car, until I was able to get into a homeless shelter. I continued experiencing symptoms until sometime in June 2013 when I was put on a powerful antipsychotic.
I am happy to share, that I have been clean going on two years now, and I plan on going back to school next spring to get my Peer Support Specialist certification.
I have a job lined up through my mental health provider, once I get certified. I hope that me sharing my story will discourage anyone from trying spice.
And if you are currently addicted, please stop using NOW, before you damage your psyche beyond repair.