I smoked spice for 3 yrs on and off.
I’ve had terrible chest pains and watched several friends and loved ones have scary physical side effects as well:
- My fiance used to have seizures every time we smoked.
- I had a friend whose brain swelled up in his head from smoking spice.
- I knew someone else who LITERALLY tried to kill her infant child while she was high on spice.
None of that seemed to phase me.
What made me stop was the fact that I ruined my whole life in a matter of a couple months.
I had been smoking spice for 3 yrs, give or take, and I never knew it would make me do the things I did.
I had a decent job waiting tables. It wasn’t much. But it paid the bills and supported my spice habit…
Until my spice habit became the only thing that was important.
I started stealing anything and everything of any value from “friends” and sell it to pawn shops.
When I drove all my “friends” away, I started stealing almost $100 worth of merchandise from Wal-Mart, just about every day. Then I’d return it all for a gift card and sell the gift card.
I did whatever I had to do to have spice money everyday.
I got caught stealing from someone at work, so obviously I lost my job. Couldn’t pay the rent, so I moved back home.
Lost all my friends.
Even my siblings didn’t want anything to do with me.
My parents we’re pretty oblivious to the whole thing right up until the very end…
I was so high all the time, that I couldn’t even go put job apps in. And when I wasn’t high, I was far too busy trying to get money to get high.
So I gave up on having a job. And I went into the attic and basement of my parents house and dug out any old antiques or jewelry, or anything that even looked like it might be of any value. I sold everything I could.
When the attic and basement were empty, I moved to the house. DVDs, electronics, more jewelry, brand name clothes, collectibles, appliances even… I robbed my parents of ANYTHING worth anything…
I was kicked out, homeless, friendless, jobless…
I had to take everything I had destroyed and try to rebuild from square one. I did.
But it took almost 2 yrs. And to this day, my father will not even look me in the eye, let alone speak to me.
It’s been close to 6 yrs since the first time I smoked spice. And IDK that I’ll ever stop feigning for it.
Once every 3 mos or so, my fiance and I will come across someone who has it and we’ll hit it a couple times.
I always have bad chest pains, and he still has seizures more often than not.
Then we’ll go on with our lives for the next few months.
The best piece of advice I can give to anyone who isn’t in too deep…
GET OUT WHILE YOU STILL CAN!!!