I’m 26 now and I’m blessed to be here today. If my story can just help one person, it’s worth telling.
I started smoking spice because I was on probation already, and it wouldn’t show up on a drug test.
I tried it, and instantly I was hooked. It was like a monster had taken me over.
I slowly disconnected from my family, and the world around me I was a shell of the person I used to be.
My girlfriend had just given birth to my first son – couldn’t have been happier, but the spice stole all of that. In the end I lost him – his mother left my family & kicked me off the family farm.
I lost everything I had worked so hard to get.
Just for a high.
I was homeless, lifeless and had no will to live – but to live for smoking spice. That’s what my world evolved around.
I was at a healthy weight of 200 pounds. When I was finally at the end of my rope, I weighed 100 pounds.
I got help – I went to a program that changed my life for ever.
I’ve lost some good friends to spice, but it’s not worth it.
It’s all fun and games till you wake up in hell on earth.
Please please take it from me: it took me a year to get back to normal.
It still effects me to this day.
I’m 26 now and clean. I’m a survivor. I made it through, but I’m lucky – it should have killed me.
Don’t smoke it! All it could take is one time, and you’re no longer in this world.
And you don’t want your family and friends to go through that.
Whatever your reason for smoking spice is, stop!
Your life is at risk. It can kill you. It will take everything you hold dear.
To all you out there that are still smoking: I don’t like talking about my memories of spice.
Just know that you’re not alone – people love you and care about you.