It all started when I was hanging out with a friend of about 13 years at that time and all I wanted was a bag of Marijuana and he asked if I would please get him a bag of spice.
I was like ok whatever.
Then he asked me if I would like to take a toke or two, just don’t hit it hard like I would. My word, because he was smoking it from a Marijuana bowl was ‘okay’.
I automatically felt euphoric. I was seeing things and acting a complete fool, but everyone found me to be funny.
Then I was excited.
Yes! Everyone loved it and me! So, every now and then I would get together with Chris and we would get spice.
I would always be the one purchasing.
I now know that’s why he got me started.
It became a tight drug buddy-ship.
I was constantly chasing this amazing high that would eventually have you asleep for 4 to 6 hours.
It makes you happy to forget any and everything.
When you didn’t have any though, good Lord it was pain.
I’ve gotten so bad to where I ended up in the hospital and Chris loved me so much that he went and got me some Deuce and brought me a joint to smoke in the bathroom.
I felt so much better.
He kissed me and said you’ll be okay baby.
I now have permanent IBS.
I’ve probably got holes in my brain now.
I really need a head scan bad. I’m just a bit nervous to find out.
The withdrawal is just as bad as heroin.
I only know because I’m a recovering addict of many drugs and heroin being my drug of choice to know what this feeling was.
Hot and then cold.
Puking and then screaming in pain.
I couldn’t take it anymore. At least I thought for maybe a week or so. Haha, payday, off I went to get a nice sac.
even to my room to veg and be high as a kite.
Why do it when you feel better now? It’s a mind thing! I’m an addict. I’m addicted.
I need this drug! No, I want this drug.
Chris and I woke scheming to figure out daily ways to get it.
My best friend found me naked on my living room floor choking on vomit dying.
If she wouldn’t have shown up I would have died.
After that I had stopped.
My children called the cops twice and that’s when it all came to a complete halt.
That’s when I put myself in an outpatient drug and alcohol program and I am typing this on the 19th, I will be 8 months clean, Praise God!!!
I don’t drink or anything else, because a drug is a drug is a drug.
That is my surface story.