Well…. here we go. My story isnt pleasant or joyful. My story is one of addiction and pain.
I didn’t really care for spice at the time. My first bag I bought was because I couldn’t find any weed and I wanted to get high.
I’ve tried it before with “friends” and thought, hey, why not?
At first I loved how it made me feel. It was the greatest feeling I’ve ever had. I felt like I was on top of the world.
My ex wife and I would wait around and load a bowl and smoke till I loaded another one. At first it barely took any of it to get me high. Then, as the days kept going, I noticed that I had to smoke more to get that same high.
I knew this would happen. Its called tolerance. Ingest something long enough, you’ll get a tolerance level.
After 2 months of day to day smoking, I would have withdrawals and mood swings if I wasn’t constantly consuming the drug.
That drug… it had its claws deep in me.
I was constantly smoking it. Before bed, in middle of the night, in the morning after I woke up.
It’s the first thing on my mind when I woke up and the last when I went to bed; rolled joints of it so I could smoke while I drove; smoked it at family’s house, hospitals, public places, basically all the time.
I couldn’t function without it.
As my tolerance level grew, I had to consume more and more… dangerous amounts at once.
I smoked a lot of it one time and couldn’t stop laughing. Idk why.
At the same time I couldn’t take a breath. No matter how how I tried, I couldn’t breathe in.
So with my last breath, I looked over at my ( ex ) wife and said ” if i die, just remember that I love you” and then went into a full blown seizure.
Woke up covered in blood. I guess I bled out from my nose.
I still didn’t stop smoking it.
Another time, I woke up, cached the bowl, packed a new one and fell back asleep. I woke up forgotten that I packed a full bowl and cached it in one hit. I don’t remember this but my ex wife and her friend witnessed me running around nibbling and screaming with my hands and arms curled towards my chest.
Now, what I experienced was the second worst pain I’ve ever experienced.
Imagine being sent to hell and burning in the lake of fire. Felt like my insides turned to acid and my skin was holding it in place all while talking to my ex wife like I was a toddler learning to talk.
Another time I smoked it, I ended up throwing up pure bile then my throat closed on me and I couldn’t breathe or talk or nothing.
Another time I smoked it, my ex wife kept pushing my buttons making me upset and by that point I had already smoked 9 bowls back to back.
I don’t know what came over me or why I tried/wanted to do this but I took my shotgun out of the closet, loaded it, cocked the hammer back and put the barrel in my mouth with my finger on the trigger.
I honest to God was going to kill myself.
But at that precise moment, my friend shows up unannounced. And by him doing so.. he saved my life. He didn’t know it at the time but if it wasn’t for him I would be dead right now… :'(
Before I smoked this stuff. I used to have epilepsy. I’d have 2-7 seizures a week. But besides that one k2 seizure I had, I have been seizure free.
I can’t tell if I’m happy or sad about that. Happy that I’m seizure-free now, or sad that it literally killed so much of my brain that k2 “cured” me?
This stuff really affected and changed my life forever.
My story is extremely long and I am sorry for that. But people need to know what it can and will do to you. People need to hear my story in hopes that maybe I can save someones life one day.
The last time I smoked synthetic marijuana… I’ll never forget that night. I was having chest pain, numbness, stiff jaw, wanted to pass out, couldn’t walk or stand up right. Ex wife even went across the street to get bayer aspirin for me. Not half way till she got there I called her and said ” take me to the hospital “. But all that came out was mumbled words.
She asked me what I said, and in order for me to say it right ( remember I was panicking ) I screamed at her “TAKE ME TO THE HOSPITAL!!!” on our way there I was fighting to stay conscious. I was fighting for my life.
We get there, and the nurse started asking me questions. I was so scared that I screamed at her ” I’m having a f***ing heart attack! Ask questions later. Help me.
Turns out that from smoking 10+ grams a day, my lungs were inflamed and swollen, pushing against my heart causing mini heart attacks, heart palpitations, and causing my heart to stop.
I thought I was a goner. On the way there and while they helped me, I was so close to dying.
I was walking down a hallway with a ton of opened doors with disfigured ( think of the exorcist ) people coming out trying to grab me and trying to take me somewhere.
I knew it was hell trying to grab me.
But I came back to reality ( also dazed ) in Methodist hospital.
I got taken care of then sent home day later.
I was sooo hooked that I went home and finished what I had left of the drug.
I don’t know what made me do it or how I even had the willpower to do it but after it was gone, that’s when I decided I don’t want it anymore.
Earlier, I mentioned the ‘second worst pain experience’… the most absolute worst pain I’ve ever experienced ( to this day ) was during withdrawal.
I didn’t eat or sleep or use the bathroom. I laid in bed shivering, sweating so bad I soaked the mattress, moaning, groaning, crying and bawling my eyes out, clawing the bed trying to get away from the pain.
I yelled and screamed for more. Just a hit. Just a little bit.
After 3 days, I was finally able to get out of bed and eat and drink some water. I wanted it so bad, but I have had enough of what it was doing to me and my life.
I’m so thankful I had the strength and willpower to quit cold turkey from something like this.
Synthetic marijuana is so powerful, I don’t think many could do what I did all on their own.
I craved and fought my urges for 1 1/2 years ( yeah, it took that long ) but I didn’t give in.
It’s been 3 years now since my last encounter with it, and I’m glad that I’m still alive.
Though I’m not and will never be who I was before k2 ruined my life. Apart from it killing parts of my brain and “curing” my epilepsy, I have become slow. And by slow ( no offense, can’t think how to describe it another way) I mean I think slow. My thought process has slowed down, I never used to stutter before k2 and after I quit… I stutter all the time everyday.
When I talk to people, I have to tell them to repeat what they said a lot actually and they have to speak slower to me in order for me to understand them.
I googled “website to share k2 addictions” and here I am, thankful to finally be able to share my story for all to read 🙂
I hope my story on synthetic marijuana has changed your life. ( for the good )
I try and tell everyone my experience with it, hoping it’ll get spread around to those who are lost.
Writing this brought me back to dark times I so ever wish to forget.
Thank you for reading this… <3