I have been sober from spice for 19 months now.
I started back in May of 2013 and smoked it nonstop for 4 months, everyday, all day. My best friend and I both did it, and that was the biggest problem.
August was the worst. I smoked it every three hours and took at least 10 hits every time. 3 am would come around, and I would wake from my sleep and just want it. Sure enough, my friend would already be packing a bowl for us.
I lost many friends due to this. I’d rather sit outside all by myself or with my friend for hours than even communicate with anyone.
I remember getting scared and realizing that I was frying my brain, and I would smoke more and that feeling went away.
I used Scooby Snax. I knew every flavor, and the guy at the store knew who I was right when I went in. I’m sure I was his best costumer.
I worked continuously while I had my addiction. I had figured out that if I ate food, the high would subside and I could go to work – no one ever suspected anything. So the more I smoked the more I ate.
I weighed 223 at my highest, and I’m only 5′ 4”’.
Then one day, something happened.
I started throwing up, thinking it was the stomach bug I just smoked instead of eating. This went on for two weeks. I was throwing up everything I ate, the food not even digested. After two weeks, I became very lethargic and knew something was wrong.
I had my mom bring me to the hospital (I didn’t live at home) telling her that I was dehydrated and such. The hospital ran my blood and told me that I had pancreatitis, and had to be admitted.
Now I have never had to stay in the hospital for any reason. I was always the honor student, the do gooder, and here I was in the hospital from a drug. I lied the entire time and said I had never taken anything.
I was in the hospital for a week. I couldn’t eat or drink anything, and every four hours I had to take morphine and nausea medication. I was convinced i was dying. I had come to those terms. The pain was unbearable. And my “friend” who got me in this predicament was no where to be found.
I believe she was at some church retreat. As I laid there, I reevaluated my life, where i was going, who I was becoming, and told myself that if I didn’t die… I was going to change. I was only 21.
I got out of the hospital the week of September 13, and went home back to the same environment i was in. I hadn’t smoked in a week, and being back in my same environment I had so much anxiety.
My other friends were out shopping at the time, and when they came home I hugged them, I had been so distant the past 4 months. I hugged them, crying, and told them I needed their help. I wanted to be clean, and they teared up too.
I threw away my pipe that day, and started smoking weed with them. Weed and spice are completely different highs, so I had to start with the strongest weed I could find to help with the urge. I smoked weed with them socially after that day, it was every day, but weed is nothing compared to spice.
I had lost 60 lbs by eating healthy and no junk food. I looked and felt wonderful. I smoked weed for about a year until last August, when I found out i was pregnant. It’s been 9 months since then, I’m due in 4 weeks and I have been completely sober, no alcohol, weed, spice, nothing.
That day I went into the hospital was the day I changed. I just want people to know my story, to know that there is life after spice. Luckily I have had no complications from it, compared to the stories on the news.
I never plan on doing that to my body ever again. It’s just not worth losing my life to be high.
Reevaluate your life, make necessary changes and don’t be afraid to ask for help from your loved ones – you can’t do it alone. You honestly can’t.