I am an addict, I have been an addict for 26 years. I prefer downers like opioid narcotics and marijuana. I have tried to quit the opioids but had no success, so I got into a MAT program, and I am doing well.
I haven’t illicitly used in almost five years (other than pot, which I don’t consider a drug). I was looking last week for some weed; I have a chronic gastrointestinal condition called gastroparesis, where I am sucking a lot.
It copies the stomach flu exactly; only I have stomach flu symptoms every single day. Marijuana stops the sickness and gives me the temporary ability to eat something and keep it there.
A friend gave me this bag of green shake; it looked like me, it smelled like it too, I have no doubt that there was a bit of weed in there, along with some stem and seed. I went home and picked it and lit up.
I have no words to describe the next hour. It hit me fast and extremely hard. Harder than even LSD or mushrooms. I tripped balls, I left my apt to smoke and barely made it back in before I fell to the floor and screamed for help.
I felt like I was outside of my body, and someone or thing had control of it. It took 45 mins and oddly enough my cat to break up the cycle. Things kept repeating like my husband was standing there yelling (I didn’t understand a word he said) and disappear and reappear saying the same thing.
It happened over and over. I saw the hell that night. I believe I left my body and went to hell. It was a terrifying thing ever. Well, my cat broke the cycle of disappearing and reappearing.
I started to understand words again, and it slowly came back, and after 3 or 4 days, I am normal again. Spice is the devil in disguise.