Spice changed my life forever. I was always on the ball with everything that I wanted.
Nice car, home, I graduated from college, and I started to work on my second degree. During that time, I met someone that smoked pot. I thought it would be fine to try and for a while, it was a regular weed.
I had no clue that he had begun to use this synthetic crap K2, spice marijuana.
I remember the first time I had an episode where I couldn’t feel my lower body limbs. It felt like my head was there but nothing else.
He gave me some iced tea and told me to take a step outside (By the way, we were dating).
So I listened to him, I felt weird about it; I knew that weed caused hallucinations, and I’m already on medication for anxiety.
So, a year went, I’m not sure when /he was adding spice because I never knew how to roll and I would smoke with him after it was rolled up.
So one day, I got hot and sweaty after smoking and began to panic like someone was after me.
We were in a public parking lot, and I started yelling in my car that everyone was a cop and that something bad was going to happen, and that he didn’t understand me.
I felt like I was inside my head screaming but nobody could hear me or understand me.
He kept saying calm down we’re going to go home and sleep. So he would constantly tell me to drink water, water, water, and sleep.
So I still thought this was regular marijuana interacting with my medication for anxiety so I stopped smoking altogether for about five months, but I wanted it BAD.
I knew people that said “you can’t get addicted to MJ” so I didn’t want to bring up the fact that I wanted my more and more but (it must’ve been spice,k2). Here’s how I found out.
There were episodes of blackouts when I couldn’t remember things, times when I saw things, hearing things.
I ended up in the hospital the first time, and that was because voices told me to kill myself and I called 911.
I was sent to a psychiatric floor because of my mental history. I only stayed a week that time and they released me.
I got out, and he continued to smoke. He would sometimes complain about not having money$$ to buy any, so I have him money so that’s why I can’t understand WHY HE WOULD BE THIS K2 BS!!!
So the last episode and worst, I ended up walking down the street with no pants/underwear on and only a nightshirt.
We were in the house, smoking and he told me to lay down while he got the laundry. I panicked somehow I woke up and didn’t see him.
I ran out the house; I ended up 8 or 9 blocks away from home at 1 or 2 am. HE NEVER came after me.
I was hiding behind bushes, counting out numbers, screaming colors. The cops and ambulance and my family found me, I was fighting everyone like I felt strong, and I kept thinking everyone wanted to kill me.
I was very combative and ended up in the ambulance screaming out red, green yellow and put in restraints.
I was sent to the psychiatric ward again, and I was moved three times for my hallucinations and walking the halls.
I couldn’t sit still. I did not eat, or sleep. I lost a lot of weight, and I am on anti-psychotic medication.
My paranoia is still terrible. He was still at home and put out while I was in the hospital. I hate this stuff; I could’ve been killed. (I had more episodes leading up to this, but no cops were called) I’m thankful to be alive. DO NOT SMOKE K2 OR SPICE. IT’S DANGEROUS