My experience with an overdose

I’ve never really talked about this to anyone, but I found this community today and decided to write about it.<br><br>I didn’t intend for this to happen. It was a total accident. <br><br>It was about two years ago, and I’m not sure what combination of drugs I took to cause my overdose, but I know I took a double dose of Lexapro for some reason, which is dangerous, and then took some Vicodin, an opioid, which is dangerous mixed with SSRI’s. I also took some Xanax, a benzodiazepine. <br><br>I don’t remember what happened after that, but my girlfriend said that she had woken up in the middle of the night to me shaking a lot and having trouble breathing. She said my body was stiff as a board, my eyes were rolled back and I was foaming out of my mouth. She called 911 and I was rushed to the emergency room. <br><br>They were bad, not sure why but she didn’t want to talk about it much. My parents were very disappointed and angry that I had woken them up in the middle of the night to tell them I was rushing to the hospital with their daughter, who was in critical condition. They yelled at her and told her that I couldn’t be trusted, and that I was a burden to them. <br><br>I don’t remember any of this. The only thing I remember is waking up in the hospital the next morning, with my mom, dad and girlfriend around me. The doctors came in and told my parents not to be upset with me, that it was an accident and not my fault. They told them that I was not an addict and that I didn’t do this intentionally, that I most likely didn’t understand the danger of the drugs I was taking. <br><br>I felt ashamed and bad for putting them through that. I have been depressed ever since, even though it’s been two years. <br><br>But I’m glad I’m okay. I still take the medications the doctor prescribed me, but responsibly and in the recommended doses. It’s been a while since I’ve taken anything for fun. My parents and I still don’t have the best relationship, but they’re okay with me now.