My story couldn’t possibly be explained. The hell that spice turned my life into, you just had to be there to see it. I had loved spice since my first you in 2011.
It’s been my DOC, the only drug I’ve ever really done. My best friend and I smoked for about a year while it was still legal.
It became illegal here in Georgia in 2012. For the first two years, I could handle myself. Keep a pack on my nightstand for a few weeks and just take every other day or so.
Somehow, for years since it’s become illegal, I’ve been able to find it. With me not being in the drug world whatsoever, I could always see “Jeff.” It seriously became all I cared about. I lost my pride.
Respect for myself and others. I lost my home; I would sleep in my car or wait for everyone to leave work and sneak back into sleep.
I ended up on felony probation bc of my addiction in August of 2016. That didn’t stop me. I nodded out at the wheel Thanksgiving night and hit a parked car in my neighborhood. Violation one.
And two days after Christmas, two days into a binge, I got a DUI. I’m in felony drug court now, eight months in. It’s changed my life.
But I’m surrounded by meth and heroin addicts. When I’m asked my DOC, and I say spice, I get a laugh.
Or a “what?” Yes, really. Spice is very addictive. Physically and even worse, mentally. I’m almost at ten months sober, and I still crave the high.
I’ll take the week of shits and muscle aches, nausea and headaches. But I won’t do the damage it would do to my mentality and spirit.
I’m afraid of a relapse after my legal issues are over and done with, and just wish I could find other spice addicts in recovery that can relate to me.