Chilling after a few days in complete hell...
Last wednesday I tried to kill myself with an overdose of depression/anxiety pills (two full jars of welbutrin and intuative washed down with southern comfort). Luckly some of my friends showed up and I told them to take me to the hospital once I started hallucinating. For 2 and a half days I had some of the wierdest fucking hallucinations (rotten shit coming out of walls, these weird ass looking spider things that were all over the damn place, some rotten ass cat thing that was screeching trying to come through the floor, random geometric figures floating around, my parents talking about raping me, etc). I then spent 4 days in a psych ward. It was weird being a "normal" person surrounded by people with real mental problems. Within the first two days there they had some code red thing go on (some black dude that had been admitted started freakin' out and they had to bring some cops in) "EITHER YOU TAKE THE SHOT NOW OR WE'RE GIVING YOU THE SHOT YOU DON'T COME BACK FROM!" The food sucked,beds smelled like shit, people were screaming all night, and the psychiatrist was this indian dick that was hard to understand. The doors were made so that they open both ways to keep people from barracading themselves inside thier rooms which sucked because that meant any random patient could just walk right into your room. Though the meds I abused were prescribed, all of this was enough to end my days of trying drugs. I've also dropped smoking, drinking, and burning myself.Seeing my family and friends so upset was horrible. My days of never stopping the madness are officially over.