Well, ah where to start?? I’m a recovering addict from pain pills, benzodiazepines, just about it all but crack and well last but not least spice. I can’t even remember the year or date, it is all a blur but all I know it was one hell of a fight to stay sober from it.
The question is how I got hooked on it. Well, my ex-boyfriend and I tried it, he showed it to me and asked me to try it, and I did. It was a rush that I can’t even experience, and I was hooked, needing a puff , stealing money and picking pieces of weed on the floor that tasted like catnip.
The relationship was toxic, and my ex-boyfriend changed from a nice guy to violent, but God Bless him, RIP Jamie Hill, he didn’t die from fake weed, which I thought he would; but someone shot him. I hope they find him. Anyways, the relationship was toxic because of the fake pot, we would pass out everywhere, and he was driving, we were zombies, sleeping and walking and not conscience!!!
I had to stop because, after months, I started throwing up for no reason and coming off it was worse than heroin. Bed wet, can’t sleep, eat, throw up and shit at same time, sweating, feeling like your dying, it goes on, and the sad thing is the only thing that will stop it is more, but no you have to fight for what is right, and that’s to beat it not let it kill you.