r/dphghosts

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.

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waiting for it all to hit me. took my ADHD med aa prescribed but hoping it’ll balance things out so i don’t just pass tf out