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I know this isn't exactly the type of crap you go public with but shit happens, and as much as I've tried to help other guys on this board with their issues all I ask is that people don't be judgmental.
Sometimes people may seem all happy go lucky, and they may even think they're happy.. until somethings go awry and you find yourself wondering what the fvck happened with your life.
I had been taking benzo's for quite some time for specific reasons and in the last few months I started taking wayy more than prescribed.
To make a long story short a couple weeks ago a sequence of events, just a bunch of little things gone wrong in a short span of time kinda led to me having a nervous breakdown.
I came home from class 11 days ago (fri) at about 9:45am and it wasn't like I had the thought "I wanna die" I'm not sure if I was or am even depressed. But I wound up trying to kill myself by swallowing about 20 xanax and 1500mg phenobarbital.
I woke up from a black out to my brother shaking me covered in my own vomit and was rushed to the ER where I blacked out again and got my stomach pumped.
Afterwards I was admitted to a dual diagnosis psych ward/detox facility (Carrier Clinic) where I was locked up for 10 days (as much insurance would cover). I met some VERY interesting people. Schizophrenics, bi-polar schizo-affected people, depressed people, just basically a bunch of fvcked up people living together.
People know I've done time before but this was NOTHING like that. This really affected my mind. I can't get the faces of the people I met out of my head, or the stories they had, or just generally how bad I felt for most of them. I met 2 beautiful girls. One didn't smile the entire 10 days I saw her. Its like her face muscles didn't work at all, but she was sooo smart, so intelligent, so much going for her, but she had been there for 2 months and was getting committed to a state hospital for paranoid schizophrenia and depression. Another gorgeous girl who was 24, came home from work and tried to use her car in her garage to poison herself to death with carbon monoxide.
This hilarious outgoing guy who had no problem smiling and having a great time.. and than you hear his story and see his scars.
Tried to use an ash tray to hammer a 5 inch nail under his breast plate and upwards into his heart. The nail went under the skin and never pierced it. So he breaks the ash tray and slices both of his wrists.
They were NOT hesitation marks. I almost vomited when I saw the stitched slices on his wrist cause you could see how deep he tried to cut and how he had cut right through the veins.
But you talk to these people and some of them come off so normal. Others aren't as lucky and you can't help wonder how the hell its ethical to keep someone alive in a psych ward for the last 10 years because they have an extreme case of bipolar disorder, I mean EXTREME.
I studied abnormal psych in school but I NEVER saw someone veer between such intense emotional swings before. Lau***ng at everything, manic, hyper, no sleep for 2 days straight, than on the floor crying and screaming for another 2 days, wanting nothing but to die.
My mind is lost.
I did manage to make friends with 2 females and the weird part is I NEVER felt so close to a woman in my life. I never had bonded with any one like I had with these 2.
I don't have a sister but I realized for the first time in my life what it would be like to actually have one. I saw this raw human element in the both of them that just affected me in a weird way. I've been dumped by girlfriends before and wasn't as sad as when I had to leave these 2.
I just saw this whole other side to life and it was scary.
I can't make sense out of anything. I've withdrawn from classes for the semester. I'm in therapy and everything but I still feel weird.
I'm moving out tomorrow and I really don't want to. I'm gonna miss the shit out of my 2 dogs, and my parents. I'm not being kicked out but this is what we've all decided on. So I'm not trying to go back on my word.
I walk around and find myself completely zoning out and imagining the faces of the people I met. I'm just really confused right now. Like a couple months ago I could have sworn everything in my life was perfect. And I'm not even sure what motivated me. Its like just one big massive "fvck it". Your value for life is just blown away into the wind one day. It really seems that random.
And your not really sure why. It just happens.
I just had to get this crap off my chest I guess.
Its been a real messed up past couple weeks. I'm usually the cool and composed one who knows exactly what he wants from life but its literally like one day I just woke up and all that had changed.