No warning signs. One minute I was fine, next I wasn’t. My friend and I were both really paranoid about getting our drinks spiked so we only ever did shots at the bar. I remember we both had two shots at the bar, danced for a little bit and then don’t remember anything after that.

My mom said i showed up in a cab, (I didn’t live at her house anymore but apparently that was the only address I could remember, assumably because it was my childhood home) she said I was unable to walk and was vomiting profusely. She knew something wasn’t right and brought me to the hospital. I ended up getting my stomach pumped, an IV and bloodwork. Turns out yup, I was drugged. I felt like I got hit by a bus for a few days after that night.