This is my story of what “the devils drug” did to me and my home town. I was 17 years old and I had become friends with a lot of bad people. I lived in a small college town that was very nice. However, by my 18th birthday I wanted to leave that place to never go back. Thank God I did. (Sorry for the long story).
I was a rebellious teen for all of my teen years. I smoked weed a lot. But had never tried anything else. In 2016 I was “best friends” with two girls that had their own place. There were a lot of drugs and parties over there. I also had another close friend who had her own place as well. Her place was pretty much the same type of environment as my other friends.
All I did was smoke a lot of weed. I never wanted to use any other drug; even though everybody around me was. I was honestly scared that something would happen to me like I would go crazy. I should’ve listened to my gut.
It was a normal summer day. We were all hanging out as usual. My friend rolled up a blunt and we were passing it around. When it got to me I took a few big hits. I immediately said “that wasn’t weed was it” and I felt like my body temperature was rising through the roof. Because I couldn’t talk I just started yelling. It made me so scared. After I came back to my normal state of mind, my friend said “oh sorry I thought you knew it was spice”. That day I promised myself I would never do it again.
Well, about 6 months passed and spice started appearing everywhere I went. Guys I went to high school with started to sell it. A lot of girls from school were dating these guys and using it as well. I became really close with a dude that smoked it all day everyday. Eventually I started smoking it too. What a huge mistake.
I didn’t even know what spice really was. All I knew was that it’s cheaper and easier to get than weed. Actually, I never paid for it with my own money. Everybody around me always had it. I had been smoking spice for about 3 months. Smoking it almost daily. There were a handful of times when I would throw up really really bad while being blacked out. One time I completely passed out.
My dude friend took me to where all of his friends hung out(a shitty trailer) and there was a gravity bong that everybody was hitting. I hit it several times, then I lost consciousness. They told me I started “surf boarding” (standing up while shaking like your loosing balance) and then just hit the floor. They tried to sit me in a chair, but I just fell out of it. Man why didn’t I just stop after that? I don’t know..
One time I saw a girl I didn’t even know, almost die off of it. I won’t go into any details, but it was traumatizing. All she did was take one hit from a joint that we were all smoking.
There were other times I saw people get sick from it, but for some reason we all treated it like was normal. Well because we were all fucked up.
It was January 2017 and I had a truly terrifying experience from it. (Other than the depression, vomiting and mode disorders that spice causes). I was at my friends house and there were about 3 of us. We had just been smoking spice all night. We did that often.
I took a hit from the bong and all of the sudden I didn’t remember where I was or who the people around me where. I couldn’t speak or understand anything, not even objects. Everybody else was passed out around me.
I’m not sure how long I was sitting there confused. I waked to the back bedroom, not even knowing where I was going or what I was going to do. After that I just sat on the bed so confused and kind of talking jiberish. Then I forgot how to form words. It was to confusing, to spaced out, to freak out. Then, my “dude friend” came to the bedroom and I was so confused and asking him all types of questions. Then I became really scared as I started to understand that, I couldn’t understand anything. Suicidal thoughts filled my head. I ended up calling my mom.
I had broken my family’s heart. They knew I wasn’t okay the entire time I was smoking spice. I was depressed for a long time, but that time of my life was the absolute worst. I committed myself to a mental hospital 3 days after I had that experience.
No, I wasn’t addicted to spice. I was so depressed. I thought it made me feel numb because listen spice will make you feel dead. You won’t just feel dead while your smoking it, the feeling lingers. Therefore, You don’t have to be high to feel the effects of spice. It’s been almost 2 years since I smoked spice and some things still aren’t right with my senses. Still some random moments arrived when I feel a bit out of touch with reality. I’m growing though. And I pray that who else is in the dark will find their way to the true light.
So many people from my old town are currently still addicted to this drug or still selling it. It’s like spice brainwashes you. They were all bright and had good futures. It’s really like meth but maybe worse. My heart goes out to the good people I once knew.
I just want to say that now I am saved and my sins are forgiven. Praise Jesus Christ. He loves you he doesn’t discriminate. No sin is to big for him. He takes all of our broken pieces to make something beautiful.