I was a stoner, loved mary jane with all my heart And liked psychedelics like shrooms and LSD.
I had got to point where I just wanted to get high and not feel, though, didn’t care what I was putting in my body.
I was almost willing to try heroin but one day my friend had rolled A Klimax joint ( I didn’t know Klimax was synthetic marijuana, I assumed it was just another plant).
I just felt like everything was a video game.
When they handed me the joint
I heard some guy say it would get you high as fuck if you hold it in.
So stupid, I went and hit it three times and held them in for a long time.
I felt a little weird at first and then the guy who brought it stood up and to me, he did it in slow motion and when he said “damn I can barely stand up, ima bounce” his voice was deep, and I could barely comprehend what he was saying.
It was right after he left that it started to get more and more intense.
I could feel my heart racing, and my lungs were moving and just kept hearing my friend next to me saying “where’s my mom? Is she at home? Oh right.
Can you feel it? Omg, this is the trip. Are you focusing on not dying? Yes.
No. I mean… what?” And I was saying all that.
I felt like I was standing and moving in circles and would look around and every single person was doing their own loop like robots.
I started not being able to understand words and everything was incomprehensible; I didn’t know what body parts where, what they were supposed to go feel like, what sweating was or breathing… and then it all stopped.
I felt my heart and lungs stop and then everything just merged into this pulsating red-brown kind of color, and that’s all I could hear, see, and feel.
I kept trying to snap myself to reality but I couldn’t until I saw my friend’s car.
When I saw my friend’s car, I popped up and got my stuff to get in (apparently I was moving very slow).
When got in the car, I don’t think I was frequently speaking; I felt like, talking slow and in sequences and told my friend driving I was tripping on Klimax.
So they turned the music all the way up and the song was “Ride by Twenty One Pilots”, it sounds trippy sober, so it scared me.
It felt like the words from my head, and it scared me.
So when they stopped to get gas, I ran out of the car, but I couldn’t see anything but white and a triangle.
But I could hear cars and traffic, So, I kept screaming, trying to get my friends to hit me or something, so I knew what real life was.
I had no idea what anything was.. real life felt so fake and scary, I’ve always liked pain, and it was the only thing I could remember that was linked to the real world.
I tried to run into the traffic, screaming and clawing at the grass because I fell.
Since I was coming down, I kind of regained sanity for a couple of minutes, realized what I was doing and walked shaking, shivering and crying back to the car.
They started driving, and when they got on a bridge, I started panicking again and felt trapped and confined, so I tried to unlock the doors and jump out and then I tried to jump out of the window.
I was punching everyone in the car and kicking and screaming, and when we got back, we stopped, and the loops started again, so I ran out and ran to a park to be away from people.
Because I felt the same thing but less intense on acid and put together that I trip harder around people.
I waited for it to come down a bit.
So I would stop going into it, then I got back in the car and went into town, got my lip pierced and went to a friend’s house.
I needed to calm down and thought that maybe smoking some weed would help, but I don’t know that Spice is synthetic marijuana that binds to cbd1 receptors smoked about an entire bowl of some medical grade grape ape and started tripping balls again.
I called my mom and got her to pick me up, told her what happened and she helped calm me down but every time I would sleep for that first week I would wake up tripping.
About a week after, I smoked spice, I was still smoking weed just not as much, a friend came over and told me I’m missing out by not taking this other mind altering drug that apparently takes you to a higher plane of existence.
I said to him I didn’t want that because, on my trip to spice, I was convinced that I saw that, felt the sensation of being everyone and everything and what it is to die, and I don’t like it.
It’s overwhelming and not fun.
When he left, things were going on in my house and people were yelling and I hate that.
I tried to get as high as I could and apparently according to my mother I went back into the spice trip because was having an anxiety attack and had one while I was tripping.
So I associate those together.
I have had little times where I kind of black out and according to the people around me, I drool and twitch as if I’m having a seizure.
I need to get my brain scanned and get checked, but my family and I are relatively confident than I may have fried some cells in my brain.
I’m paranoid about life now, and feel like nothing I do matters because all reality is, is a bunch of loops that just make up a particular picture.
I’m scared of sleeping or smoking anything, and I can’t even take my narcotic pain killers because they fucked with my head now.
Klimax/Spice/K2 is not worth the damage you do mentally and physically.
Stick to natural stuff… words made no sense, feeling made no sense, there was no sense of anything, and that feeling, of feeling nothing is something I would never wish upon anyone.
Please! If you have problems with Spice, get help, no one deserves to go brain dead just for a high.
I’m hoping that I won’t be like this forever, and I’ll be able to go back to smoking cannabis eventually.
I’m in so much pain all the time, and that was the only thing that helped.
Now I can’t even get rid of my pain.
Spice is not worth it.