Hello, my story isn’t as big and crazy as everyone else’s, but I’m thankful I kicked this awful habit – before I could have a totally crazy story.
I am 20 years old, and I was first introduced to spice when I was 16.
At first, it was just an occasional thing the first three years, since cannabis was always on supply. Until my senior year, when I was 19.
For some reason, cannabis became harder to find and what do you know, someone who readily supplied me with spice moved near by.
I took this journey into spice addiction along with a loved one who also smoked it with me.
He actually would steal from my family to supply our habits.
I never got to the point where I had to steal from my family.. but he did.
Anyway, my spice binge I’d say lasted around 3 to 4 months, and my grades showed it. I barely graduated.
When he and I would smoke, I wouldn’t be able to tell you how much we’d consume but as long as we were home we smoked to stay high.
It truly was just innocent fun, at first, until I noticed my loved one start throwing up when we smoke.
I still had no negative side affects at this point, and we continued using.
Over the use period, both of us would find each other on the floor throwing up, or just not being able to move because we would smoke too much.
If you haven’t got it by now, no research chemical should be consumed at all – especially large amounts.
When I realized I was getting addicted and going through the withdrawal symptoms, I realized that I couldn’t eat anything without throwing up a lot.
I’d have really bad pains in my stomach which caused me to miss school or go to school but sleep in all of my classes.
It got so bad that I was depressed when I couldn’t get high off spice, and I’d be sick and could not sleep for the life of me until I smoked.
My days went, smoke, go to school, come home, smoke, pass out and then wake up and do it all over again.
This is when I realized I needed to stop.
Then one day at my school, I was deathly sick because of spice. We even had an assembly on it, telling us the dangers and just hearing people say spice made me want to throw up.
And I know I haven’t spoken of the loved one for a bit and I’ll get to him.
After I realized I needed to kick spice for good, my loved one seemed right there with me because he hated being sick as much as I did.
Well, I thought so. I can say I haven’t touched spice in around 4 months, and my connection with my family has come back.
I still have cravings for spice, and as for my loved one, he is dead to me because he continues to steal from my family and got into even more drugs.
I don’t talk to him anymore.
This is definitely the message that a lot of you will ignore, if you made it to this point in my story.
If you haven’t been there yet, stay away from spice.
It seems like innocent fun, but what I went through when it got bad was no innocent fun.
I still have friends that smoke spice, because they haven’t gotten hit with the side affects and addiction yet.
And I told them, it will come if they don’t stop.
Now, I just share my story to help current spice users or people that think about trying it.
And sorry for the long novel, I’m just trying to help