It was my freshman year of college, and it had been like a month since I smoked weed, so I tagged along with my roommate to smoke.
We were in her friend’s car in a parking lot right outside my school. Before we smoked, my roommate said it was crazy how the weed didn’t look or smell like weed, but I didn’t think much of that at the time.
I took one hit off the gravity bong, and seconds later, felt a really intense high.
I was confused because this high was getting stronger and stronger, and I only smoked one bowl. I then started to panic.
It felt like my heart was beating out of my chest, and my vision could solely focus on one thing at a time, and I screamed somethings happening to me.
At this point, I couldn’t see the two other girls in the car, but they were calling my name saying it was gonna be alright, but their voices sounded distant.
That’s when the thrashing began. I began thrashing around their car because it was like I was fighting my own body to make the indescribable pain stop?
I then forgot where or who I was. I saw my colleges sign and had no idea what the name was or what it meant to me. Then I saw my family standing outside the car.
I was hallucinating, but since I had no memory, I didn’t know who they were. Then slowly, my memories started coming back but not important ones, ones that I wouldn’t even remember when I was sober like I had remembered a random day in 3rd grade when I asked a question during a lesson.
Then I began to shake uncontrollably, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. Then I flung my body to the front seat, screaming that I didn’t want to die, apologizing to my family because I thought I had been in a car accident due to drunk driving then finally, after screaming for 5 minutes, I passed out.
I woke up not knowing what just happened but very, very scared. I got back to my apartment, threw up uncontrollably for 15 minutes, still very high.
Found out it was spice a couple days later. I had given myself a concussion during the episode, and I dissociated for the next year. I have PTSD since it’s been almost 3 years.
I smoked marijuana due to peer pressure. I was okay until a trigger happened, and someone told me the weed smelt funny, and I went into a panic, screaming and freaking out and crying.
I sometimes think I’m in a simulation and that nothing really. I haven’t smoked anything in almost a year now.
Don’t smoke something that you don’t know what it is. Not a day has gone by that I don’t think about my experience with spice.