I have had a troubled life and smoked a lot of weed and had spells of taking ecstasy amphetamines but mostly addicted to weed.
I haven’t smoked any weed for two years now, and it’s changed everything, but about three years ago I heard about spice, and my friend came round with some.
He looked so chilled out more than usual and convinced that spice was better and cheaper than weed and I should try some, so I did.
For whatever reason, spice did not agree with me. I had about three goes on a joint, it wasn’t very tasty, but I felt something happening instantly. I jumped out of my chair and paced around my apartment so fast kitchen, bathroom, living room kitchen, bathroom, living room shouting “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME” over and over again.
My heart was beating fast, and I thought it was going to explode. After about 5 minutes or so I went to lie down by the toilet in the bathroom, and I seemed to fade into a dream. My friend was in the living room playing SIA CHANDELIER, and it was the drippiest thing I ever heard.
With every beat of the song, it felt like my head was getting smaller and a high pitched tone was getting louder and louder. I thought I was going to die right at the end of the song, but instead, I woke up out of my trip right at the end of the song happened, and I was relieved to be alive.
But it didn’t end there, by the way, I woke up sat in the shower but don’t remember getting there. My friend walked in and asked how I was feeling, but I couldn’t hear him. I just was so scared of him and began to think he was someone who wanted to kill me.
I begged and begged him not to kill me, and he was trying to say he didn’t want to kill me, but again I couldn’t hear anything. I offered to give him my entire earnings every week and would die of starvation rather than him kill me there and then.
That’s when I think I started to realize what I was doing and came round and went back in the living room. I felt so bad for a day or two and smoking weed was never the same after that, I always felt like my heart was racing and I got paranoid that something bad was going to happen, but for a year I still smoked it.
Luckily I met a girl and started a relationship and gave up weed a week before we met and I’ve never looked back I don’t miss it.
I guess my message is, whether you will react like me on spice or whether it just turns you into a zombie it’s no good for you and you need to get help if you’re on it or seek support if you’re around it and thinking of trying it.
It’s apparently become as bad as crack or heroin if one person reads this and comes off it or decides not to try it I’ll be happy
Look after yourselves