u/Tasty-Snow-2403

so this story takes place when i was 13 years old. around this time i really got “addicted” to weed and i always wanted to go get high. my parents are divorced and they have a visitation court order. i was only able to get high at my dads and i only went to his house every other weekend. so i was stuck at my moms and no weed. my mom was at work doing 3rd shift and my stepdad was home. i really really wanted to get high so i went to the kitchen and got a bottle of benadryl, a brand new bottle. i went to my room and took around 80 of them in my closet with a coke. i changed my clothes, took some melatonin and told my stepdad goodnight. i went asleep. (or so i fucking thought)

now this half of the story is what my mom and stepdad told me. i don’t remember any of this except for the first part. (i also remember when i was in the hospital and i started pealing off my heart rate monitor sticker things because i was pissed)

so after i went to sleep, it felt normal. then i woke up to my stepdad asking me “my name
are you okay?” and i remember saying “yeah im fine” and apparently it came out as mumbling. then i pasted out. now after this i don’t remember anything so imma go off of what my parents told me.
my stepdad called 911 i went to 3 different hospitals in the span of 4 days. at first i went to the local hospital to see wtf was wrong with me. and they all thought i had a seizure. i stayed there for a night while they were trying to figure out what’s going on. and they thought i did meth. so i went to the children’s hospital about 45 minutes away from the other hospital. and they all said benadryl. apparently they had like 3 other kids in the past week come in for a benadryl overdose. for the three days i was in that hospital i put my parents through a living hell. one night my mom would be there staying with me for and and my dad for another. when my mom was there she was trying to talk to me and i was cussing her out, flipping her off, saying utter bullshit. and once i said i needed to fix her hair and then i ended up yanking it. the next morning my brother came to visit me and i flipped him off and said “it’s our handshake”. when my dad stayed in the hospital, i would also cuss out my dad but not as mush as i did to my mom. i would sit there and pick at the air. at night i would fall asleep and then wake up eyes wide open.
after this night i woke up finally with consciousness. i woke up and asked my dad “what time is it?” and he knew i was normal. them i asked “was i in a coma?” and my dad said “far from coma. you were up all fucking night” and all that.
i got into the shower after i ate and they told me i was going to a place called “phyc ward name” (i am not saying the actual name i wanna stay anonymous) i didnt know what that place was so i thought it was just a normal hospital. then i got there and i realized that shit was a fucking phyc ward. i was balling my eyes out and punching my dad and telling him to get the fuck out.

this is where im going to stop because my mental hospital story is a story for another day. thanks if you got this far. it’s really emotional trying to remember about this topic and it makes me cry a bit.

so hello. nice first post to have. but i’m chloe or colby and im going to talk about my band and the fucking drama behind it.

so this band was called “excalibur-z” at first and it was like that for a year and we were working really hard to get one song done and we were actually doing really good till i started to date the bass player. i know never date inside of a band blah blah blah and trust me i already learned from that mistake. me and the dude had a 3 year age gap as well and was just weird. then we broke up because i told him “your the right dude at the wrong time” he said he understood and then he said “we still good friends idgaf what you say” and then i talk my guitarist and he said that the bass player was gonna leave the band. i quite literally told him “i don’t want this to ruin our band or anything” and then he does this without talking to me. and then we all hop on a call and talk about it then i wasn’t taking it seriously because it wasn’t worth my time to be serious for. he was sounding stupid and immature. so i told him i can be serious tomorrow and that i dont want to talk about anything today and he agreed and i waited till tomorrow. i get up around 10am and i check my phone and see i have a whole fucking bible verse written from him telling me if i cant take this seriously then we won’t talk about it. so then i tell him i cant talk becauee i was about to go doordashing with my mom. but he sends a whole 9 minute voice message saying how im weird because i c#t myself (i used to i’ve been clean for 3 months now.), v@pe, sm0ke w33d, and i’ve overdosed before. yeah dont why me wrong those are pretty weird but he’s telling me that these are the reason why he left the band. then he was telling me i have bad parents, bad friends, bad habits, and i need professional help. then he talks about somethint that happened at a band meeting in november of 2025 and how i asked to hit my pen and he said yes and i always like triple check everything so i said “like actually im being serious can i hit my vape” and he said yes. then he mentioned how i vaped in his house ‘without’ him knowing and that it was disrespectful and disappointing. so we fight for a bit longer about dumb ass shit and you know on WHY HE HAD TO MENTION MY MENTAL HEALTH BAD HABITS LIKE TF. then the whole band falls apart.

excalibur-z had one song called “nightmares” honestly it was really good with my vocals when i recorded it the first time and i really like it so when the band fell apart i wanted to ask about that song like should we record it or like what should we do. and i wanted to take the song and record it and so i contacted bass player about it and he said he didn’t care. but then after we get done talking about it he proceeded to tell the guitarist that he’s taking the song without talking to me about it. so back to when he was calling me immature and a loser for doing all this shit then why is he not using his big boy word at his ripe age to tell me that he wants the song. it’s immature and stupid how im the one getting called immature but when he’s being the immature one.

if you got this far thanks for listening. i want to post more on reddit but i’m more of a tiktok gal. \^\^