JassieDusk
To exist is to stand within reach of suffering
- Oct 5, 2025
- 89
So this happened a week ago or so and it made me go through 3 days of literal torture.
I just got released from a psychiatric hospital and decided to sleep over at my friend's house. I forgot my usual medication (lithium, quetiapine, alventa) at home, so during the night while we were watching a movie I took random pills I kept in my bag. Yes, I didn't even bother to look at the package (huge mistake). My intention was to "replace" my usual medication for the night.
I ended up taking 300mg of sertraline, which is a very mild overdose, not even an overdose, so therefore the upcoming hallucinations, insomnia, severe seizures and confusion remain unexplained.
I was fine until we went to sleep. I "slept" in the living room on the couch. I couldn't even get close to falling asleep. I was shivering and sweating but besides that, I was still fine. The night was sleepless and time passed suspiciously quick. In the morning, when my friends woke up, I was washing dishes and, how they later explained, I was full of energy and talkative.
By noon the nausea kicked in, I couldn't take a sip of water without puking, my pupils were so dilated that you couldn't tell which color my eyes are. Despite that, I continued with my day, went to a bar with my friends and didn't tell anyone about the OD nor about how I was feeling like shit. I convinced myself that I'll be fine by the end of the day.
Well, I wasn't.
In the evening, I was heavily dehydrated, couldn't take a sip of liquids without puking and my heart was pounding like crazy. I asked my friend to take me to the ER because I might've overdosed. We went. They checked my pulse and my blood sugar, everything normal. I asked for an infusion of liquids, they denied and said they could only send me to a psychiatric facility, that physically I was fine and that my symptoms were psychological.
I went back to my friend's house, tried to sleep after watching another movie. Without success. My friend offered me to sleep in her bed (which was literally shaking together with me, how she later explained). That's when the hallucinations started.
I never had hallucinations before. I'm talking about severe hallucinations which I experienced while being fully aware that those were hallucinations. For example, the shadows on the wall came to life, became an animal and started eating grass. I heard a radio next to me while there was no radio. I vibed to music that was never playing. When my hands and feet started cramping and had a seizure-like posture, my friend handed me my phone to call an ambulance (she doesn't speak our local language). They said that "I sound fine" and that they don't have resources to send an ambulance, that I should call a taxi (what the fuck?).
That's what we did. Another trip to the emergency room. They diagnosed me with "psychotic features caused by drug abuse" without even testing me for any substances and sent me to another hospital.
No exaggeration, I was treated like a lying drug addict by the healthcare system the whole entire time I actually thought I was in a slow dying process. I didn't sleep for 36+ hours which could also be the reason for my hallucinations.
We waited in the hallway for an hour, me crawled up on the cold floor in a corner with my head on my friend's lap, shivering like crazy, clothes wet from sweat, mouth and throat begging for water.
I managed to get my way around a psych ward hospitalization and even got an infusion of liquids (after going from one doctor to another begging them for it).
So yeah, I don't know what shocks me more: the severe symptoms of a mild overdose or the disgusting treatment of health "professionals".
That's basically it. If I'll ever again overdose for whatever reason, I'll never take SSRI's again, because what the heck, that shit should be sold on the dark market.
I just got released from a psychiatric hospital and decided to sleep over at my friend's house. I forgot my usual medication (lithium, quetiapine, alventa) at home, so during the night while we were watching a movie I took random pills I kept in my bag. Yes, I didn't even bother to look at the package (huge mistake). My intention was to "replace" my usual medication for the night.
I ended up taking 300mg of sertraline, which is a very mild overdose, not even an overdose, so therefore the upcoming hallucinations, insomnia, severe seizures and confusion remain unexplained.
I was fine until we went to sleep. I "slept" in the living room on the couch. I couldn't even get close to falling asleep. I was shivering and sweating but besides that, I was still fine. The night was sleepless and time passed suspiciously quick. In the morning, when my friends woke up, I was washing dishes and, how they later explained, I was full of energy and talkative.
By noon the nausea kicked in, I couldn't take a sip of water without puking, my pupils were so dilated that you couldn't tell which color my eyes are. Despite that, I continued with my day, went to a bar with my friends and didn't tell anyone about the OD nor about how I was feeling like shit. I convinced myself that I'll be fine by the end of the day.
Well, I wasn't.
In the evening, I was heavily dehydrated, couldn't take a sip of liquids without puking and my heart was pounding like crazy. I asked my friend to take me to the ER because I might've overdosed. We went. They checked my pulse and my blood sugar, everything normal. I asked for an infusion of liquids, they denied and said they could only send me to a psychiatric facility, that physically I was fine and that my symptoms were psychological.
I went back to my friend's house, tried to sleep after watching another movie. Without success. My friend offered me to sleep in her bed (which was literally shaking together with me, how she later explained). That's when the hallucinations started.
I never had hallucinations before. I'm talking about severe hallucinations which I experienced while being fully aware that those were hallucinations. For example, the shadows on the wall came to life, became an animal and started eating grass. I heard a radio next to me while there was no radio. I vibed to music that was never playing. When my hands and feet started cramping and had a seizure-like posture, my friend handed me my phone to call an ambulance (she doesn't speak our local language). They said that "I sound fine" and that they don't have resources to send an ambulance, that I should call a taxi (what the fuck?).
That's what we did. Another trip to the emergency room. They diagnosed me with "psychotic features caused by drug abuse" without even testing me for any substances and sent me to another hospital.
No exaggeration, I was treated like a lying drug addict by the healthcare system the whole entire time I actually thought I was in a slow dying process. I didn't sleep for 36+ hours which could also be the reason for my hallucinations.
We waited in the hallway for an hour, me crawled up on the cold floor in a corner with my head on my friend's lap, shivering like crazy, clothes wet from sweat, mouth and throat begging for water.
I managed to get my way around a psych ward hospitalization and even got an infusion of liquids (after going from one doctor to another begging them for it).
So yeah, I don't know what shocks me more: the severe symptoms of a mild overdose or the disgusting treatment of health "professionals".
That's basically it. If I'll ever again overdose for whatever reason, I'll never take SSRI's again, because what the heck, that shit should be sold on the dark market.