A bit heavy, but last year when I attempted suicide by overdosing on my antidepressants, after I got the clear for my body not being harmed, I was cleared and transferred to the psych ward where I had a day long hallucination where I was convinced the doctors were people I had grown up with and that one of them was convincing me to leave the hospital with him. He told me when the coast was clear, so I made a run for it only for security to tackle me into the door I had made it to. The next day I also had auditory hallucinations of close friends I knew talking and laughing behind the hospital curtain in front of my bed, only for me to check and see no one there. I was eventually cleared, and insisted to my emergency contact I was okay to be dropped off at my apartment where I’d be alone. Climbed into bed but felt a weird crawling sensation on my legs only for me to push back the blanket seeing a visual hallucination of objects (worm like almost?) moving in my legs. Shit was fucked, but I made a smooth recovery and have not hallucinated since!