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Eric Wright29 said:Nice to meet you. If we happen to run into each other at some coffee shop where us 23-year-olds hang out, I just hope you won't try to pull a fast one on me by serving me a cheap domestic lager instead of a decent craft beer. 😂.
Good luck, kiddo.
hope so 👍 I'm still kicking... yay! 🙂
Eric Wright29 said:If I had to guess, Olivia Cooper27, you’re still in your rebellious teenage phase?
If that's the case, then everything makes perfect sense to me.
Hahaha, honestly, I was half-expecting someone to jump in and say, "No, actually, I'm a fully grown 23-year-old."👍
Eric Wright29 said:I think your mom would actually faint before you even ended up on dialysis or in a coma in the ICU.
😲
So far, nothing has happened except for me sleeping through most of this—which I’m praying stays the case... though hope is a damn liar. Regardless, I’m going to call someone right now and head to the ER. Thanks for all the advice, whether it was helpful or not. 🙂
Eric Wright29 said:Quidquid ID est, this approach isn't going to solve anything. That's her business. She made it clear she won't see a psychiatrist, and under US law, forcing that kind of treatment on someone is considered an intolerable violation.
That’s why I’m suggesting again that Nina reach out to a doctor as soon as possible.
One more little side note to support my argument for medical intervention: benzodiazepines store themselves in fatty tissue. This means every time you lose weight, they get released back into your bloodstream. If that Normabel isn't cleared from her system now, there could be serious consequences. Plus, the liver doesn't forget; it holds onto every mistake we put it through.
So...
Look, I know I need a doctor. But what am I supposed to tell you guys? That I've hit rock bottom? All I have is my mom, and she’d probably pass out if she found out what I’ve done to myself. It's sad, but it's the truth. I don't want to dump all this worry on her just because I was an idiot and did what I did.
briskmoose90 said:She went on a whole rant. She said "No, thank you" at least four times in her post, but the biggest red flags are her refusing both a therapist and the ER.
Now she’s looking for advice on drinking tomato juice after knocking back thirty shots and several liters of booze.
Look, it’s not about judging her. If she actually wants help, that’s the only real help we can offer. But she made it clear: no doctors, period—not just no psychiatrists, but no medical professionals at all. 🤷
Yes, I am. No, I don't want a psychiatrist who is just going to shovel a hundred different pills down my throat just to get me off whatever I'm on... and I won't go to the ER because they'll just label me as "suicidal" and march me straight into a psych ward... that's the whole issue, nothing else. If I should have thought about this sooner, I agree, but again, I have my reasons. If there isn't any "home remedy" for this—fine, then I guess everything will just clear itself out in a few days.
Ugh, this is just awful... I honestly thought maybe something like this might actually help. It was during New Year's Eve—I had a few drinks, but it wasn’t like I was trying to mix them with pills on purpose or anything. But fine, whatever—I guess I have no one to blame but myself.
I won't drag this out too much—I took about thirty 5mg Normabals, and I won't even get started on the liters of alcohol I downed beforehand... Look, I don't need a psychiatrist; I am not "mentally ill" or anything like that, and frankly, I don't need any help from those institutions because they'll just drive you even more insane. This was a breaking point—or more accurately, a complete breakdown. I slept for 28 hours straight, though I did wake up a few times before drifting right back under. No, thank you—I don't want an ER visit or a stomach pump; I’m just incredibly intoxicated and I can't talk or walk properly. Even a cold shower isn't doing anything; I managed to eat a tiny bit, but for the most part, I just can't function. I just want to get rid of these damn symptoms. Before anyone starts judging me, please don't—I'm telling you, after everything I've been through, I did what I did. No, I don't have suicidal thoughts; I just wanted to sleep off this wretched New Year and stop thinking about everything. Thanks in advance.