I’m 21 years old and now have been spice free for over a year. I used to smoke spice, well we always refer to it as fake pot or fake, for four years. Every single day 7-10 grams a day.
I fell in love with it. Here’s my story! I was 17 years old when I first tried spice. I had a job at the time at a gas station and was smoking real pot.
I moved in with my cousin who always smoked spice. She tried and tried to get me to smoke it with her and I always told her she was crazy and I’d never quite real for it.
Well fast forward a couple of weeks, I was out of the smoke, and my dealer was out of town and every where else was dry so I gave in and smoked spice with her.
The first time I smoked it, I immediately felt a sense of dread come over my body likes something wrong was about to happen.
I was scared and asking God to bring me down but that same day and night. I was smoking again! And then I began smoking daily.
I got to where I lost my job because I was smoking spice in the bathroom and would come back out fucked up. I would make 15 trips to the bathroom in an hour, no exaggeration.
After I got fired and had all the free time on my hands is when it got worse. I would take one hit from some kind and “flop out” as we call it.
I would fall straight back on the floor and have a seizure for a couple of minutes then be right back up and smoking.
I would often smoke it and go to “cartoon land” as I call it, where everything looked fake and like an animation and felt as everything was fake and I had no consequences.
I remember getting some called 7H Red. It was VERY potent!! A 10 g bag lasted me almost a week, and I was smoking that in a day.
I was staying at my dad’s at the time and remember my mom finally coming into my room telling me to get my ass up and in the shower that it’s been five days since I left my room.
Five days I sit on my bed hitting my can, passing out for hours at a time to only wake up and hit it once again. Finally, after four years, I went to rehab for this drug.
I would like withdrawal and have cold sweats, vomiting, diarrhea, and the thought of eating made me want to die!
Before rehab this drug made me go crazy and get put in a psych ward, it forced me beat my dad up for taking it from me, lost everyone in my life, and had nothing.
I’ve had so many experiences with this stuff that I could sit here and write for a year and not be done.
Please get help to get off spice….It’s the devil