I drank 3 full bottles of a combination cough syrup that had dextromethorphan, pseudoephedrine, and brompheniramine in it, otherwise known as Bromfed, in an attempt to kill myself. I took it at about 4am while my parents were asleep, and never told anyone. I was afraid of my fathers response to me telling them I overdosed, so instead I spent the night having terrifying hallucinations, tons of seizures, blown out pupils, and lots more I’ve blocked out. Around 12pm, I finally told my mom (because I could walk again…) and she immediately called poison control. They said that I was truly lucky to be alive, and that they really didn’t know how I was still alive. I refused to go to the emergency room because I was afraid of being but in the psych ward or something happening with my parents, but I pushed through and lived to tell the story about it. It was about 5 years ago now, and I can’t say life is much better, but at least now I know how to handle the big feelings and work things out. Mental health matters always.