When I was 14, I started smoking spice. My addiction became so bad that I soon dropped out of high school and lost contact with everyone.
I was addicted for three long years doing at least ten times a day that’s all I did was smoke and sleep. I eventually realized how it had destroyed my life.
All because a family member told me it was marijuana. I knew I had to stop. It took four months for my withdrawals not to be daily. I had finally stopped throwing up.
Finally, I was able to sleep, and the hallucinations had finally stopped. I was free, or at least for now I did have one relapse which only lasted one rough day.
I was more sick from doing again than I was from stopping it. I was fucked up; my family beat me with a bat, and I didn’t feel a thing. I’m happy to say that from that day I haven’t touched it.
In January 2017, it’ll be two years I cleaned up. My act got my GED and had a great job and life is good. I’m not where I at the age of 14.
Things will get better if you fight the addiction every day, but with every day it gets easier. Today was hard for me which is why I’m sharing my story stay strong <3