I was addicted to K2 for a little over five years (longer than anyone else I had ever known).
It all started when I was 20, I had gotten in some legal trouble and was facing jail time. My bond was way too high actually to get out.
So I managed to find an attorney that could get me out for free on what is called a “conditional bond” meaning until I was sentenced my punishment; I had to undergo a series of drug tests and AA meetings.
This was in 2010 when spice was hitting the smoke shops. It was so new to the market that I was unaware of the long-term effects of the drug. I didn’t care about the side effects, all I knew is that it didn’t show up on my drug tests and it got me high.
A year goes by, and I had reached my sentencing, I was sentenced to 5 years of probation with a new series of drug tests. It started off as maybe 30 dollars a week, but that was nowhere near enough (I couldn’t do more at first due to hiding it from my girlfriend and other loved ones).
It started getting out of control when I was about 23. My girlfriend gave me an option; her or the drug. I would lie to her and tell her that I was clean and saving money. I even convinced her that I worked three jobs at once so we can buy a house.
I also tried to convince her that I was saving my money, but I wasn’t. Every penny was going to this drug, it was all a lie, and she knew it. I eventually was out of money and started pawning everything I owned (movies, clothes, electronics, etc.) When I ran out of things to pawn, I began to steal my girlfriend’s belongings. She noticed things go missing and she also noticed a drastic change in me.
I wasn’t a fun caring, honest man anymore; I turned into a very mentally unstable zombified monster. Throughout all the problems she stayed by my side, we even decided to move out of state to start fresh.
The move ended up being a terrible mistake. We went from 2 smoke shops in another town to a new city with three within walking distance, and I picked up worse than I was in my old town.
The drug’s main side effects are vomiting, depression, suicidal thoughts/actions, psychosis, and hallucinations.
I am not going to reveal what I was mentally going through, but let’s just say I was horribly suicidal, and I had four different voices in my head. Two more years of this go by, I was past the point of pawning and stealing.
The voices in my head gave me a story to tell random people on the street to convince them that I needed money. That was how I supported my drug addictions. One lady gave me 300 bucks and even drove me to the smoke shop. (I told her I was staying in the hotel next door).
At this point, I was completely gone, and in some cases, I felt like I was possessed by demons. One night, when I was at my worst, I attempted to hang myself with a belt in my girlfriend’s mother’s bathroom.
My friend caught me red handed and after a long mental breakdown and a huge argument later, she convinced me to go to the emergency room. I was sent to a mental health facility and played it cool.
I was released after 72 hours and went straight to the smoke shop. About a week goes by of spending all my tax refund on K2; I knew deep down that I wanted to quit, but I was scared too, the voices told me that they could control me and my body and also my mind.
I was smoking 20 grams a day just to keep these voices from trying to get me to commit suicide. One day I woke up and laid in bed waiting for my girlfriend to leave for work.
I was patiently plotting to sneak into her mom’s bedroom and steal her gun. I took the gun (the voices were screaming and taunting me) there would even be times where I would physically scream back at them begging to leave me alone.
With the gun in my hand, I took off running out the front door to this construction site near my house.
I ran into a portable bathroom, locked myself in there and went back and forth putting this gun to my temple and putting it in my lap, crying hysterically.
After about 4 hours of contemplating pulling the trigger, my girlfriend came home on her lunch break and saw that I was gone and feared the worst. She went to her neighbors to see if I had been seen lately.
She kept calling my phone, and she used the “find my iPhone” app to track me down. She found me in the portapotty begging me to open the door and talk to her. She finally convinced me to come out.
I reached a point where I threw my hands up and realized that I needed to get serious help. So I went back to the mental health facility, they put in suicide watch.
Overall I was there for about two weeks. When I was released, I agreed to go straight from there to rehab. I went to a treatment center out of state for 90 days. I tell you, whoever is reading this. IT SAVED MY LIFE.
I learned a lot of things about the drug itself, addiction, and most of all I learned to find peace within myself (among other things). To make this long story short, today I am almost two years clean and sober from any drugs or alcohol. (I don’t even drink caffeine or take any medicine such as Advil, or Tylenol).
I haven’t vomited any blood; I haven’t any desire to relapse or to try any other drug. My girlfriend and I are now married and happy again.
This drug is no joke; you may think that it is harmless and a simple form of inebriation.
It’s not. It will ruin your life.
If I can help anyone with any advice or motivation to stop, I will.
There’s still so much I left out of my story (this was a 5-year long battle summed up into a short story). Please stay away from this shit, it will destroy you.