I was about 16 when I first tried spice or k2. My cousin introduced me to it, told me it was just like weed but way stronger. At the time, I had been smoking weed for about a year.
I had agreed to see what the high was like, he let me hit his bullet pipe once or twice then told me you’ll want to start off small, this stuff serious. I got really high right away and was quite pleased with the euphoric high I had for 15 Mins or so.
Then I went back to him and smoked weed some more with him. And from there on I was looking for a way to get some more, I even introduced my friend to it. He liked the high as well.
So we’d smoke it together every day together. It started off as one bag for two days, then a bag for a day. Eventually, we were both buying our own pockets and smoking it all in one day. We found the minor hallucinations amusing and the high invigorating. Each bag was different, producing a new high.
Fast forward a month, I noticed I was having trouble trying to find the word I was looking for to finish my sentences, and I was starting to become easily discouraged and angered as well.
I mean, I really didn’t want to do anything with myself, never wanted to talk to anyone hardly, and when I did, I was bullshitting my way through conversations. Fast forward another month, still smoking a whole bag a day, introduced more people to it.
At this point, I wasn’t hardly able to form logical responses at specific points in more complex conversations. I would act as if what I said was valid and get mad if I was told otherwise.
This was when I was worried. Deep down, I could still feel my old self trying to guide me to logical thought processes about how I need to change and stop this.
I kept doing it for about a week or so more primarily off of addiction reasons and peer pressure from my best friend, who I had initially started it with. At this point, I was really fried, like seriously, I had anxiety, extreme paranoia, and vivid hallucinations even off the stuff.
I was seeing shadow people and a black cat at my feet all the time, I also was convinced others could hear my thoughts and were judging me. This made me extremely depressed for literally 4 years, and to this day, I’m 22 now. And I’m scared it has changed me in ways I’ll never get back.
I’m pretty healthy now but socially a failure to an extent. The thing that concerns me is that it took all the things I previously stated and then some to research it on google.
I was even hiding it from my parents, who were telling me they know my cousin was doing it, and I better not be. Because they heard cases where people have died. And even then, I kept doing it because it was the first addictive substance I’ve run into besides caffeine.
And that’s the point I really want to get at is that the addiction that comes with spice is one that is almost truly invisible. You literally can’t tell you’re addicted.
You just believe you want to be high like that all the time because it is fun and it is interesting. But you have to live with the permanent changes and the temporary changes it will have on your mental health and cognitive function/development.
This stuff is seriously dangerous and toxic to you and the people who love you. Don’t let this be the thing you regret forever like me, please I beg you.