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I spent 5 days locked up in the 'Behavioral Sciences' floor of the local hospital. They kept the suicidal onces in a separate section, but let us 'mingle' during certain hours.

I went in on Sept 10, 2001. I'd been living off roughly 25 vicodine, 60 mg Paxil and around 12 dt cokes a day for almost 2 years when they locked the doors. I went from all that to absolutely nothing - complete cold turkey (now I know where they got that term) - not even a friggin asprin. I spent the first night balled up on the floor having convulsions. As the morning light comes up, after enduring some of the worst acid-trip-like headtrip I've ever endured, I can barely make sense of claims that planes were flying into buildings on the TV.

A freaky ass thing, withdrawl is. It was, by far, the most intense and horrific experience of my life.

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