I’ve been clean as of two years.
The lowest points in my life were fueled by this junk; I was smoking a product called Trip Supreme.
It got bad, I lost my job, was homeless for a while, and only hung out with friends that smoked it too.
I remember the awful hallucinations.
Twice I felt myself dying, even tried to butcher myself with a steak knife on it.
If it wasn’t for a friend that stopped me… I would sleep all day, smoke spice all night. In back alleys and parking lots, behind banks and churches. Rolled into cigarettes, from pipes and bongs.
I went through several episodes, leading to a point where I spilled a bag of it in some carpet and frantically spent the next three hours picking it out.
I realized I was at my lowest point when a friend had pointed out all of this behavior.
I re-assessed myself – the statewide ban on the stuff meant I had to go cold turkey.
I was depressed and unable to sleep for weeks. I shut myself out from the world.
Eventually it got easier.
People say it wasn’t addictive, they are lying. This stuff wrecks you.