I started smoking kush (as we used to call it) when I was 17.
My brothers brought some home, and I took 1 hit out of a pipe and truthfully, I have to say with that one hit I was hooked.
My habit started off as nothing more than a $10 bag every three or for days.
But as time wore on, it slowly got worse.
I went from that to almost $60 a day in no time at all.
My family was deathly afraid of me, and I wasn’t myself anymore.
My own mother had to move out because she was so afraid of me.
Then came the stealing, I wasn’t a bad person by no means but when I was on spice I had no qualms about stealing from my family.
It got to the point where people had given up on me and I was barely 18 years old. They came to the conclusion that one day someone would find me dead.
My brother during this time was just as bad as I was, and we were living out of his car, stealing to support our habit.
One day when I was driving, I had a very bad seizure and by the grace of god my brother was able to stop the car and call an ambulance.
It took me almost 45 minutes to regain brain function. My heart rate was 205 bpm.
I could go on and on about the horrors this drug has caused me, but I think I’ve said enough.
To this day, I suffer seizures and reduced brain function because of what I put my body through.
I pray that all those afflicted will find help.
Thanks for letting me share my story