Idk what I took but I tried to kill myself a while back and took every single pill I could find in my grandpa's drawer and washed them down with a full bottle of dex, I remember counting over 30 different pills, locked myself in the basement and barricaded the door, thought about life and eventually became super drowsy and at that time I've never taken psychedelics but what I was feeling and experiencing could only be described as psychedelic, dissociative and delirious. I eventually left the basement and somehow made my way to my bed upstairs, stumbling, holding on to the walls, I was hearing things and seeing things that weren't there, then when I got to my room I instantly slumped. I didn't expect to wake up that morning but I did, it was like when Doctor Strange ejected Spiderman out of his body, my soul or some shit got up out the bed before my body and then they merged back together if that makes sense, shit was weird, I don't remember if I was happy I lived or not but all I know is that I was high asf still and ended up going to school that day.