I’m 27 years old and smoked synthetic Marijuana the 1st time about when it 1st came out.
Only because the guy who I would buy my real weed from was out and I couldn’t find it anywhere.
I didn’t like it at all and left it alone.
A few months later my son was born.
My wife told me that she didn’t want my son to grow up seeing his father high all the time and gave me a choice. Stop smoking or lose my family.
So I gave it up because my family was more important to me than any high.
A few years down the line my family came over for a BBQ one night and a younger cousin of mine was smoking synthetic Marijuana. I think the kind he was smoking that was called Bizzaro.
I asked my wife if she minded if I took a few hits.
Being that it was “legal” and that I hadn’t smoked in so long, she agreed. I mean what’s the harm right? Just one night.
At first it was just a little bit here and there. She even started smoking with me.
At first it would only be at night when our children would be asleep.
To be completely honest, anyone who has had sex on any drug knows that it’s an amazing feeling. It was already good and once we started making it a regular thing it just got out of hand.
After a few weeks of smoking, she just didn’t feel like herself anymore. She decided to stop.
At this point in wasn’t just a night time thing for me. I’d wake up in the morning the and the 1st thing on my mind was getting high.
Only problem was that real weed would keep me high for 2 to 2 and half hrs at a time. The synthetic stuff would only keep me high for 20 minutes tops.
So I kept rolling and rolling trying to stay high. I was chasing the high like a dope fiend.
It got so bad that one day we were waiting on my check to go buy groceries. My dad called me and asked me to help him out for a hour. I agreed.
When we finished, he handed me a 20 and said thanks boy.
My 1st though was, “hell yeah I’m about to go pick up a sack!” I go home and I guess my dad let my wife know that he gave me a little money. When I get there she’s dressed and ready to go to the store to get a little bit of groceries to get us to through until my check came in.
She asked for the $20 and I threw a fit.
I told her. “Hell no. You didn’t work for that money. I’m about to get me some smoke” she started crying and ran to the room.
She came back still crying and asked me what were we supposed to eat? I threw the money at her and told her to get out of my face. She left still crying.
When she left I was sitting in the on my living room couch just thinking to myself, “what the hell is wrong with you?”… Anybody who knows me knows that family has ALWAYS been the most important thing to me.
The fact that I chose a drug over my wife and children made disgusted me.
I made a choice that day to quit. I did, too. No side effects came with the choice either. I felt fine.
Went cold turkey and felt fine. Which is surprising considering how much I was smoking.
Sometime later, things started to fall apart in my marriage which I will not get into details about because that’s a whole other story.
As a result about a year ago me and my wife decided to separate. I left our apartment to her so my children would still have their home. I moved in with my sister whose ex husband was a regular Marijuana user and drinker. I couldn’t smoke real weed because of the job that I still currently have.
My cousin that introduced me to the synthetic weed still smoked and offered me some the day I moved in with my sister. Me going through the situation and feeling down and out about my life went along and got high.
That was the worse decision I’ve ever made.
I figured what the hell. Why not. Life sucks. Everything is falling apart. Go ahead take the edge off.
It didn’t effect anything at 1st. I would smoke at night once I got off work and it seemed fine.
It seemed manageable. I could control it. I was able to stop when I have my kids with me. I was able to go to my work take care of everyday life as I saw fit.
Nobody outside of my sister, my brother-in-law, and a few others knew of my smoking.
My excuse was I go to work, handle my responsibilities, my bills are paid, my kids are taken care of, and I’m able to support my own habit. So what’s the big deal. Right?
Slowly the amount I was smoking increased. Even when I had my children with me. I would wait until they were asleep. As soon as I could get them to crash out for the night I was rolling up a blunt.
About two months ago my mother (not knowing about my smoking) who is a God fearing woman convinced me to go on a retreat that her church was having. I went and it was amazing.
I gave me life to Christ. Stopped cold turkey again. No side effects AGAIN!
I went a month without smoking and was feeling pretty good about the way things were going.
Me and my wife even decided to reconcile. We haven’t moved in with each yet but are taking it one day at a time.
About a month ago, though, I woke up with the sudden urge to get high. So even though I knew it was against everything that I’m living for I went to the shop and got a sack.
I smoked up until almost a week ago. I knew I had to stop again because
1) it’s not pleasing to the God I serve and
2) I knew I wouldn’t be able to hide it from my wife for much longer.
So last Sunday I stopped.
Only this time it my body had a COMPLETELY different reaction.
Sunday wasn’t so bad. I just felt sick to my stomach and figured it was just a bug I had caught.
Monday, I called into work and went to the Dr because of my stomach cramps. I thought it might have been stress ulcers because of life. There’s a lot I haven’t mentioned going on outside of this.
When I was able to stop I went back to my room and as hot as my room is (I have the room in the house that refuses to get cold) I was freezing and couldn’t stop shaking and sweating.
I completely lost my appetite. I couldn’t hold anything down, liquids or food when I would try to force myself to eat.
Today is day six. I’m finally getting to the point where I can eat very lightly (grapes, apples, etc).
I have no delusions though. I know tomorrow could be just as bad as Monday was.
Still after the pain of these withdrawals I will never smoke that poison again.
I know my God will see me through this however long it takes.
Even if you can’t agree with the the fact that I believe that’s it’s my God getting me through this (in what seems to be a lot shorter of a period then some of the other stories I’ve come across on here) I hope that this will convince someone not to smoke synthetic marijuana.
Even before the withdrawals it changed who I was. I secluded myself from any and everyone, lost every ounce of motivation, became very negative, and was consumed by the “desire” get high. It’s a horrible feeling! (The physical withdrawals and the psychological aspect of losing who you once were to this crap)
I just want to encourage those who are open to the saving and healing power of Jesus Christ though.
First and foremost he can save you from and eternity in hell. Regardless if these pains never leave I have to keep pushing.
Truthfully no matter how long this last when you think of about what forever really is none of this will even amount to the blink of an eye. I will spend FOREVER with my Lord and Savior.
Still I believe he will take this from me because things are already looking better.
I just want to encourage anyone reading this that he can take it from you.
If you don’t want to hear about my faith though then just know that smoking it isn’t worth it.
Maybe you won’t be the one that gets addicted and be able to just stop like like did the 1st two times.
Maybe you’re the one that it will consume though and you and will have to deal with the horrible pains of withdrawals or even worse; DEATH!!!!
PLEASE FOR YOUR OWN GOOD LEAVE THIS POISON ALONE.
It’s not worth it. I hope this helped and encouraged someone.
Thanks for taking the time to read ALL of this.