Been there twice. I took a ton of Xanax — I think one time like 80mg in a milkshake because it tasted so fucking vile. Memory loss. Woke up in a hospital bed, covered in my own shit a day or two later. At some point they’d fed me that liquid charcoal, which had me shitting charcoal briquettes that hurt like hell a few days after. Hospital staff looking annoyed that they had to waste resources on me because, after all, we’re just doing it for attention or we’re pussies or some other condescending sentiment. Got committed to a psych hospital. Also sucked.

Glad you survived. I know it’s hard — all of us do time in the gutter.

The worst thing about it all was being effectively shunned or people refusing to engage me normally as they did before. I did something awful to myself and the last thing I need is to be ostracized because they’re afraid of me.