This story is not my own, but my husbands.
Maybe this story can help someone? I don’t know how but somehow.
Anyways, panicking on spice is terrible but watching the person you love more than anyone else go through so much fear and agony is something fucking else.
Anyways, my husband and I WERE avid synthetic marijuana smokers.
When I say avid, I mean we went through a 4g bag a day. Well, one day we were smoking this spice called scoobysnax.
We had smoked tons of it before, but the chemicals are always changing. This one had jwh-11 I believe in it.
My husband hit a bowl and said he started to feel funny. I hit a bowl and felt fine, so I didn’t worry too much.
He lay down and asked me to come and hold him.
That’s when I started to panic. I got up to get him some water, and he began saying, “I love you” over and over and over, but he sounded brain damaged like he was biting his tongue when he talked.
He then jumped up and started swinging his arms around and making weird noises. He physically attacked me.
He held me down and screamed “you don’t understand” probably five times. This continued for over an hour.
He ended up running around our house the whole trip because every time he stopped, he got sucked back into it.
When it was over, he couldn’t even describe it fully.
The best he could tell me was he was stuck in a loop of my face saying “everything’s going to be okay” and I just kept repeating it and my voice would distort, and my face would change.
I saw my husband scared for the first time. He cried himself to sleep.
A grown man who doesn’t take shit from anyone or anything cried because of this drug. We stopped immediately.
We went through withdrawals like mad. I wouldn’t recommend spice to anyone if it saved my life. Please quit smoking it.