Where do I start? I was a polydrug addict. I loved weed; I began when I was 14.
At age 18, I found heroin, and the God was I in love. Every day, every single day I was high on heroin, when I didn’t have that it was the method, I was such a mess.
In March 2015, I caught two possession charges and had been on probation since. This is where it gets worst. I started smoking spice, just as frequently as the weed.
I smoked for eight months and kicked the crap; I’d been sober for six months, doing well. Life was back on track; then I fell right back in.
I’d go for a few weeks, then stop, and on and on. About a month ago, I overdosed my family called the ambulance on me. I had a complete, entail break, saw demons, was biting the doctors, attacked my family, fell into the coma; luckily I woke up.
It was the most sobering and embarrassing thing I’ve experienced in my entire life, but I did the same thing two weeks later. Same damn result!
I found some stuff on a website and went nuts. To this day, on one month clean now mark once again. As I’ve been so many times, I’m experiencing derealization and depersonalization.
Nothing seems real. When I overdosed, it liked a dream or a nightmare I heard what I could only describe as the devil telling me things in a dead language.
My family became horrible creatures and the doctors, oh god. The doctors were the worst.
They were like aliens probing me. This shit is no joke guys; I hope with this story may scare someone from trying this hell.