So here we go. Telling the rest of the community again about another person going through the effects of spice addiction. In my younger days I started off with smoking marijuana doing pills drinking. Anything I could do to fit in with the rest of the crowd. Had many friends use me and abuse me over and over again. I didn’t see what this was doing to me. It was breaking me down. Little by little, but by bit I was falling apart. Yet I still hung around with the same people. I hadn’t learned my lesson. So right out of high school I got a job working in the oilfields(main sorce of good money in my city). I decided instead of just quitting all together that I was going to drop the marijuana and everything else and pick up something that was undetectable by drug tests. It was illegalities over and over again to the point that they were coming out with a new combination every three weeks. I couldn’t help but chase my habit. Week after week month after month I would smoke it Daily. Come home, walk into my room and close the door, spark my bowl and pass out. This was repetitive over and over again. Little did I know the stuff was attaching itself to me. I blocked out friends, blocked out family. Hurting them in ways that I though I would never would. I love them with all my heart and never wished any of the turmoil I have put them through. I have lied to them. And more so; to myself. I missed out on many outings, many family get togethers. Ended up on the hospital. And even in jail over do to the withdrawals. It started off not too bad. Where I wasnt smoking too much. But I say again. The first time I smoked it. I was hooked. Wondering “what the hell are these people thinking selling it in normal smoke shops?” I had no clue that something so strong would ever be legal. It got to the point to where I was smoking 10-15 gram bags a night. I had bought an older bag of the stuff after work one day and came home. Changed and sparked a bowl. I was hallucinating. My heart was palpitating out of my chest. If it hadn’t have been for my family walking in the door setting me down and making me drink a bottle of water. I would not be sitting here writing this report to help others out with the habit.
The withdrawals were the worst. I dumped over 15 grams of the sh** I had down the toilet and proved to myself that I could do this. I flew off the handle after about day 3 of the withdrawals. Cutting corners, peeling out in my truck. In belief that I was headed to my own doctors office to kill a “serial rapist” and that the weapon was there waiting for me. Needless to say I went to jail for 2 days. Busted my head on a telephone, ended up on suicide watch. And a court date that I have to appear for that they have no Idea what I was doing. Especially myself; I thought I was going crazy.
It is now day 25 of being clean and sober. I suggest that if any of you or your friends smoke this stuff. STOP NOW!!!!! Because if you don’t. It will litterally put you in jail ,in the hospital, on the streets. Or DEAD! I’m lucky to have the family that I have that has been here for me through the whole thing. I’m still having depression. Suicidal thoughts. And thoughts of lost emotional attar chimney to my family. Please. If you take anything from this message. At least take this. Spice is a Chinese chemical that is mixed with a break down compound in order to be sprayed on herbs to be smoked. This is not to be put into anything that can be smoked. In all reality it’s not even an incense. It is a DRUG that you should never Touch! Smell! Look at! Let alone smoke. If you do, you WILL DIE. Or be kicked on the streets. You will lose everything that ever meant anything to you. Just be high on life. There is no need for drugs in your life. I’m here as a living example of what the stuff can and will do to you. I hope that this message puts some kind of feeling in your brain that will help. Thanks for the opportunity. And be strong!!