I want people to know what I went through when I overdosed on K2, aka Spice. It isn’t fun. It never will be. For 2 years, I’ve been telling people that I’m still scared and scarred.
I have PTSD, insomnia, night terrors, and derealization disorder. And once again, it’s been 2 years that I’ve taken it. I’m even terrified still of taking any sort of medication because I’m worried it’s going to put me through the same stuff K2 did. I continuously have flashbacks, it never ends.
It was around 12:30 pm, I was a freshman. I was almost there for my 15th birthday. I was still 14, a baby when it happened. It was February 1st, the date I will always remember.
I asked to leave the class to use the bathroom, which my teacher let me. The biggest mistake we both made.
I walked to the very back of the school bathroom to smoke what I thought was weed.
The girl who gave it to me also told me it was weed. And I remember all of this like it happened yesterday. She handed me her light blue pipe and told me to go to the last stall. The flakes were a dark brown, but I didn’t think much of it.
I’m a heavyweight, so I took two big hits, hoping it would get me nice and high.
I walked out of the bathroom stall, just fine, and for 30 seconds, I was okay, propped up by my arm against the cabinets that were attached to the wall.
Then I looked at myself in the mirror, and that’s when everything hit. The room started to spin so fast, so violent, and the girl kept telling me, “you’ll be fine, you’re gonna be okay, stop freaking out, let’s go back to class.”
So I unpropped my hand off the wall, I tried to stand and immediately fell backward, my back slamming into the wall, very hard, and I’m surprised it didn’t damage my spine.
I sat there, watching the room spin for how much it took, I didn’t know what time was. I lost the entire concept.
The girl kept telling me to get up, which I responded that I couldn’t
I asked her what she gave me, and that’s when she told me it was synthetic marijuana. Spice, aka K2. She tried to kill me.
I started to stop breathing, I didn’t know how to, and before I fell unconscious, I told her “goodbye” because I knew I was going to die.
I went temporarily blind, hallucinating so much. One of the hallucinations was everything was black, but a white outline of my body in the fetal position.
Next, white sparks were shooting out of my body, and then the intense pain came. It felt like my body was being ripped apart, every inch was being torn away from my bones.
There were more hallucinations that I can’t remember.
But another one was asking myself always who I was and what I was.
I continued to be in this state, and the blindness went away for a short period, and I told myself I had to get up, I was fighting for my life so hard.
And before I went unconscious again, I screamed so loud for help. To have someone help me. I wanted to be saved. I wanted it to be over so bad.
And then the hallucinations continued. I saw a centipede carrying an orb of light through a maze, and I tried to chase it because I thought it would save me, but it didn’t. Then, everything faded to black again.
Next thing I knew, I saw a bright light far away, and it started to get closer and increased the size. I felt at peace. I didn’t feel any pain. I didn’t feel anything. Everything was slipping away. I was entirely at bliss, and I accepted my death. I knew I was dying, and I was ready.
And then, I zapped out of it, and woke up, still temporarily blind, to the EMT rolling me over on my side, so I didn’t get the vomit in my lungs. The nurse was asking me where I was, and if I knew my name, but for some reason, all I could yell was, “I’m coming, I’m nearly there, I’m almost out.”
And she kept asking me, and I just kept repeating that over and over.
Until I could finally feel the floor. I started crying, happily screaming that I could feel the floor. I could feel something.
Next thing I knew, I was in a hospital bed. The doctor said I was lucky to be alive.
When the EMTs arrived, I didn’t have a pulse, but I was fighting so incredibly hard to save myself until I knew I couldn’t anymore. And then, they resuscitated me. I came back. I was back. I didn’t know who I was or where I was, but I knew I was alive.
The doctor said I was incredibly lucky to be alive.
I went back to school after my 10 days of OSS, just to find out the girl who gave me the drugs, fled campus (they caught her on the cameras), and left me there to die.
All in all, never do Spice, aka K2.
Your life is worth it.
Don’t let this happen to you.