I never thought it would come to this. I started smoking spice in 2007. I was smoking it because I was on parole and didn’t want to fail a drug test like most who have tried it.
In 2010, I went back to prison and spice, or Mojo, or whatever you want to call it, is flooded in the system.
I was released in 2016. When released, I decided to continue to smoke Mojo. I’ve been home two months and just went through one of the toughest moments of my life.
I was smoking blunts and blunts and blunts every day. Until my Dude said, he was out until the weekend which was 4 or 5 days away. I’m thinking, ok, no big deal.
Hit me up when you right. That was Monday; today is Sunday, I haven’t smoked since, and I am going through the worst withdrawals. I drove three states away that day to my mother’s house. Worst drive ever!
And I was alone… six days later I am still in pain. I was vomiting uncontrollably, diarrhea at the same time, my skin felt different, I looked different, like a shell of myself.
I’ve been drinking water for days. Today was the first day I could eat anything. I’ve been taking vitamins, antibiotics, hair and skin pills, protein powder, anything at all to recover on my own.
I didn’t want rehab, all I wanted was my family to be there in my corner, and they were there for me.
I know others are going through the same thing. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE leave this poison alone.
I am a warrior, and never in my life thought would I be doing this, but this is paramount. I love my life; I love my family and choose to live.
Thank you for your time, and I pray you take need to this. I am not a child I am 37 years old; this is no joke.