First of all, I’m sharing my story as a testimony to help someone out there who has had a bad trip on spice/K2 or has had a bad trip, and you are still suffering psychologically.
I also want to tell people that are addicted to drugs, please get help! Your life, soul, family, friends and mental health depend on it.
I pray that my story will bring light to the dangers of smoking spice.
I did not receive any psychological counseling or medication.
I chose to go through this and handle this in a spiritual perspective.
I started to build my faith in God, and that is what brought me to where I am now. God gets all the glory.
However, if you feel like medication is what you need to go for it.
I have never been a heavy smoker nor did I indulge head on in the drug culture.
However, I would occasionally smoke marijuana, and would feel very giggle, and all my friends would always hate to smoke with me because I would act super immature LOL.
Marijuana seemed innocent until one night in October of 2012.
Leading up to that evening, my friends and me had smoked almost every weekend.
But the last week of the month of October my life changed forever.
I have never smoked an entire blunt alone.
I would always hit it maybe 1 or 2 times, and I will be good. That night my friends convinced me to take the whole thing to the Head At.
First, I had no symptoms of anything, shortly after it all hit me. A sense of Déjà Vu Came upon me and I panicked.
I was very conscious of all of the abnormal psychological changes that were taking place which scared me even more.
My friends were laughing they just assumed I was joking.
Immediately, I started to have an anxiety and panic attack. I lived on the second floor of my apartment complex, and I remember racing around my apartment trying to relieve the feeling.
For whatever strange reason running around my apartment seemed like the logical thing to do.
I felt the urge to release my bowels as well as my urine like I had no control.
I remember lying on the floor trying to get myself together, and I begin to go in and out of consciousness.
I also begin to tremble all over; I had never had a seizure before but at that moment. I knew undoubtedly I was having a seizure; I had seizures all night long.
I didn’t sleep that night at all; I didn’t dream either.
Long story short, I felt that if I could just get to sleep, I would, be OK. That was certainly not the case.
The next two years of my life were very hard. I began to experience derealization, anxiety attacks, bipolar mood swings, couldn’t sleep, and very weird dreams (when I would dream) and severe depression.
But I built a relationship with God, during this time and he began to heal my mind.
I still don’t dream much but God has practically restored everything.
So this is my story! I’m not ashamed.
I’m proud to say I made it! What I mean by “I made it” is I can now function normally throughout my entire day, I have my right mind; I just feel more like myself.
I should be in the crazy house or walking around not knowing my name but I got my right mind!!