A conversation I had with an emergency room doctor while going through distress. Me: I’m a recovering drug addict and I do not want anything prescribed to me that is a narcotic. I need help. I want to be admitted to the psychiatric ward so I can get some help from a psychiatrist. Doc: Do you want to harm yourself? Me: No. Doc: Do you want to harm anyone else? Me: No. Doc: (While laughing) Then you can’t be admitted to the psychiatric ward. Here’s a prescription. Take these pills, they will help. (I Look at the prescription) Me: This is Xanax. I can’t take that. It’s a narcotic. Doc: (While laughing again) It’s only half a milligram. Just take it as prescribed. You will be fine. fin ~ I was sent home. I took all the pills early the next morning. Along with a bottle of my wife’s 500 mg hydrocodone. My drug dealer was a doctor. True story from my life in 2006 That was May 16, 2006 The next day was my son Malachi’s first birthday on May 17th 2006 That is the only birthday I have ever missed of my sons. I was in a psychiatric ward for an attempted suicide. Find help @988hotline ☎️ Donations can be sent @afspnational to help with suicide prevention ❤️‍🩹