I remember the very first time I ever tried spice. My friends and I were all in high school and we wanted to party that weekend (Like most weekends) but none of our older siblings were around to buy us buy beer, and we couldn’t find anyone to sell us weed. We were at a gas station (Convenience store, small place near the end of town.. Not like a big chain gas station, more like a truck stop kind of place, you know?) and there was a package of K2 on the counter. One of my buddies recognized it, told us to be cool, bought it, then when we got outside of the store we were all like.. “What is K2?”
He said it’s like Spice, then I was like, “Uhh, dude, what is spice? You mean like in my kitchen cabinets?”
“No. You smoke this. It’s supposed to be like weed or something…”
And I did. And I regret it. And that was a big turning point in my life…
I used to be a really good kid, but me and my friends lost motivation in high school. We partied about as much as anyone else, but we were a little more adventurous. Anyways, this K2 stuff was supposed to be like weed… We looked it up online, found out how to use it properly, and spent the night doing K2 in my friend’s basement while his parents were out of town.
It was…. weird. I didn’t really like it at first, but I haven’t smoked enough weed to really be able to tell how different this K2 stuff was.
Fast forward a few years and I’m smoking synthetic marijuana of some type (Spice, K2, etc) EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. Before work, after work, and I could call in sick at least once a week to just sit at home and smoke all day. Needless to say, it was taking its toll. I tried to hide it from my girlfriend at first, but that just lead to her catching me and the fact that I was hiding it, I think, is really what bothered her the most. I mean, if it wasn’t a big deal – in her mind – why would I be hiding it from her? So I kinda screwed myself over there. But whatever, this isn’t LoveLine.
Finally I had just had enough. I don’t really know what sparked it, but I decided it was time to quit.
Like, REALLY time to quit.
It wasn’t the first time I tried to quit, but it was the first time I was actually serious. I cancelled the credit card that I used to buy the stuff online, I stopped going into stores that sold it, I got rid of my leftover Spice and all of my paraphernalia. This time it was serous. Other times, after deciding to “quit spice”, I actually kept all of my Spice and gear, which doesn’t make any sense in highlight. If I was going to quit, why would I keep my stuff?
I also reached out for help this time, too.
I’ve tried to do it along before, and it didn’t work. I could go a few days, once I went a week, but that was about it. “Well hey, I used to smoke every day and it’s been a week since I have smoked, so I can smoke some today…” would lead to “Well, I’ve only smoked once in the past week and I used to smoke daily, so I can smoke again today…” which turned in to “Well, at least I took a week off, I guess.”
Reaching out for help was the best decision I made. I decided to find my own help, rather than going to my work’s healthcare because I didn’t want anyone from my work to know that I was having troubles. I figured it might make them see me differently, you know? Anyways, I ended up finding a decent rehab place. It’s the only one I have visited so I honestly don’t know how it compares, but I’m not high on Spice as I write this and I have no desire to use anymore so take that how you will.
Anyways, I just wanted to share my story to let you know that there’s always hope and LIFE AFTER SPICE IS SO MUCH BETTER.