My first exposure to “K2″ occurred while I was incarcerated. That’s correct, “while I was in prison.”Without having any previous experience or knowledge of the substance, I was eager and excited to try a new way of getting high “While I’m in Prison!!
There was the first clue that my way of thinking is completely irrational.
Needless to say, I had to get myself some of this K2 stuff.
Why on earth would a man in prison, already separated from society as well as all loved ones and family members want to try a new drug to alter the brain? Insanity is the only word I could come up with to best describe what was going through my mind at the time.
Luckily for me, my relationship with K2 lasted for a short period because I quickly realized the destructive nature of the substance and didn’t want to get released back into society with a new drug habit.
Not to mention, I’m on probation. Anyway, I’ve been out of prison a little over three yrs now. Working a regular job and doing all the things I’m supposed to be doing to comply with the terms and conditions of my probation.
One day last month, out of nowhere I had thought, so I turned to my GF and asked if she knew where I could find some K2?
She did so she took me to the place to get some.
From that moment on my life has been flipped upside down. Within the past four weeks, I’ve gone from living a stable life to a life that in a steady downward spiral. I lost my job, my girlfriend, my home and am on the cusp of losing everything else that’s of any value to me.
My family is devastated, my former boss is angry, and I am at a loss for words when asked “How did you let this happen?
My family loves me as was evidenced by the fact that they were coming here from all over the USA trying to intervene.
They are not trained or experienced in how to deal with this type of issue and were only doing what they thought was best for me, however, what they didn’t realize was that what they were doing wasn’t helping me at all.
In fact, what they were doing had the opposite effect and was hurting me more than helping. I’ve come to terms with the fact that there’s no place in my life for K2 as I move forward. Hopefully, it’s not too late for me to pick myself back up ONCE AGAIN.
I’m 52yrs old; I’m getting too old and too tired to start over, Once Again! Unfortunately, we don’t always get another chance. Please keep in mind the people who love you as you fight this battle. Maybe you don’t think your life is worth fighting for.
Try convincing your Mom & Dad. Many tears were shed as I shared my story, Please get help now!