August 2012 was my first and only time using spice. I had gotten into trouble with the courts and was put on probation; I was a regular weed smoker never alone mostly when I got around friends.
You can imagine how hard it was not to smoke anymore. Just when I thought I wasn’t addicted to weed.
Around that time I met up with a friend that was on his two weeks vacation from his deployment. He wanted to get high, and I happen to have some spice at home just in case.
I was new to spice and old to weed. So I rolled a nice size blunt (worse idea) apparently that’s a no-no with spice.
Didn’t take many hits for me to start feeling weird and go on the worse trip of my life, physically and mentally.
The next day I was coming back to reality, took me weeks to be able to sleep with the lights off. As funny as it sounds, it’s sad but true.
Four years down the road, I still get panic attacks. Never the full trip as that night but the exact feeling I got that night while the tour was starting.
I don’t know if it ever gets better. But I do know that it sucks because sometimes I get them while I’m on a plane (do the math) other times just when I’m at home.
I can control most of them…I’ll take a walk, drink water, focus on anything else, but sometimes that doesn’t help, and it gets a bit scary, scared of having that trip again.