Well, I was highly addicted, I would do anything to get it; I would steal from friend and family or even strangers.
I was selling items of value, even items that didn’t have much value, but they were more of sentimental value, but I used to sell them so that I could get it to get high.
I also get it from the shop for free and pay to them days later because I was a daily customer and used to go there two to three times in a day.
The owner knew me well, and I pay the amount in time that’s why he would give me.
I found so many different ways to get my hands on it.
I also had some bad trips on it and even passed out for hours on end because of smoking this stuff and then one day, my friends and I were all hanging in an abandoned factory, and one of my friends rolled up a big joint.
We all smoked it as usual and shared with others and shared ours because we would all have different ones and different strengths.
Then, one day, we were in the factory smoking, and my friend passed out, and he didn’t wake up for 12 hours.
I didn’t leave him; everyone else did, and when he woke up, he didn’t know who I was.
He lost some of his memory.
Also, he was not able to use the left side of his body.
So, immediately, I made some phone calls for help.
We took him to the hospital, and they said that he has fallen into a small coma, and it had caused him to have a stroke and memory loss, and that was the day I knew I had to stop and stop straight away.
I tried to avoid it for about a week and then I just had to get some appalling.
My mind started telling me I need it.
So I went to my local head shop that was too near to me.
Also, about five miles away, there was a market store that sold it nearby but for a little more than the heads shop prices.
I would only go there if the head shop was not opened or when I was waiting for them to open just so that I could get a couple of joints smoked to keep me sane until I get the stronger stuff from the shop.
After that, I was at home smoking in bed as usual, and my girlfriend had noticed that my face had turned yellow and then it turned gray.
I just felt high as normal, but she said I didn’t look healthy, and I tried to get out of bed and collapsed and it’s all a blur for a while.
Then I remember, I woke up in my bed 29 hours later.
My girlfriend thought I had died until she noticed I was still breathing, and went to the doctor, and he told me that it had put me into a coma, and I was lucky to have come out of it, and I was grateful to survive it, and then it walloped me.
I glad to do something, but it was too hard to stop it because it was so easy to get it no matter how much I tried to stop but I couldn’t, it felt like it was killing me but in fact it was the opposite way around.
Then I started to do something productive by buying a motorbike and customizing it.
I was spending my money on that and taking my mind high.
I was addicted to it for the first few days I felt like a zombie.
I couldn’t do anything; my brain couldn’t think properly.
I couldn’t sleep (when I smoked it and waked up 4 to 5 times a night just to smoke a joint each time); I was sick; I was coughing a lot of thick white stringy mucus that left a metal taste in my mouth.
It was the worst time ever; I also lost my job because I used to smoke it at work and it would give me extreme red eye, and it also made me pale.
Yes, I beat it by going and engaging myself in some new hobbies instead of smoking all the time, and that’s what I recommend others who read this do this because it will help.
I have been away from it for just over four months, and I feel on top of the world.
I have a new job; I have a good life. Now, I have also put on weight, and I can sleep at night.
There is one down fall of taking the stuff is that I do get moments when I feel like I want to end my life, but I just told myself I beat my addiction so why do I need to do this and believe me it ruined my life.
I can’t see my son anymore because of this stuff.
I have even been going to court, and they won’t let me because they say it has affected my brain that causes me to have black outs.
So they say I’m not fit to look after him, but I’m so glad that its gotten banned in my country in my eyes.
The stuff was just as bad as the heroin and crack I have never taken this thing.
I know people who had it and they said some of the legal highs were stronger than those drugs and no one knows what’s in them as well.
So it is like playing Russian rullet.
Soon enough YOU WILL DIE from this stuff.
I hope my story can help people out there because I know how hard it is and what it’s like and it is not easy to stop it, but once you have gotten through the first few days it just gets easier from there.
I don’t even think about the stuff anymore.
I don’t even take drugs anymore because it puts you through hell and ruins your life and eventually it will kill you.
I hope my story can help; it may not be the best story with the best spelling, but it will help some people out there.
This drug addiction will also cause mental illnesses and memory loss because from the last three years, I was smoking it.
I can’t remember half of them years because I was too high to take any notice of anything around me and I just didn’t care what I did.