I finally passed it. What the hell was I thinking? Now I have to do it all over again from a deeper hole than last time.
About 3 days have gone since I scrounged every last flake out of the carpet. I smoked every roach paper or anything that resembled k2. I haven’t eaten or showered since who knows when broke down and it feels like burning the hell out of the best weed.
There is nothing I could find doing anything for me but helping me maintain what little bit of sanity left. You can easily deal with the sickness but the depression makes you feels like you are in the movie with a never ending story and his horse just gave up and got sucked down into the black. That is where k2 takes you.
I have lost a good job, I don’t talk to friends and family but I am digging out again. I have to do it for my daughter whom I am still neglecting. Now I am not talking myself into it again down the road. I can’t handle one hit, dime, pack, quarter, half ounce a day or the habit of wanting more at 3 in the morning.
If I touch it again, it will kill me. Don’t try it if you are on it. Please quit k2 as you can’t control it every time.
That is just addiction trying to lure you back. Don’t become a fool, you are still in recovery.