Snook - The Dark Side of Benadryl

Episode Date: October 14, 2026

Join the Patreon! For bonus videos, exclusive livestreams, discord and more! https://www.patreon.com/SnookYT⁠ Most people think of Benadryl as nothing more than a common over-the-counter allergy medication. But when abused, it can turn into something straight out of a waking nightmare. Users have reported seeing spiders crawling on them, having conversations with people who don't exist, and encountering the infamous Hat Man. What seems like an ordinary household medication can lead to some truly horrifying experiences. Today, we're exploring The Dark Side of Benadryl. DISCLAIMER! I do not condone or promote the usage of Benadryl or substances. This video is for educational and informational purposes only. Never abuse or experiment with medication to induce hallucinations. Misusing Benadryl can have serious, potentially life-threatening consequences. Viewer discretion is advised. This video contains disturbing material and may not be suitable for all audiences. Timestamps:0:00 | Intro2:05 | Warning and info4:26 | One Very Odd Night20:28 | Deeply Disturbing29:04 | To Break38:16 | I Was Awake for the Nightmares53:58 | Toxic Scary Danger1:02:47 | Wobbling Down the Boardwalk 1:14:08 | Its Just Not Worth It1:21:26 | Outro Join the Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/SnookYT⁠ Follow me on instagram and Spotify! And yes, I'm a human voice. NEXT SUB GOAL - 1,000,000 subscribers! So make sure to subscribe! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Hey, what's up guys and welcome back to the channel. And today we're getting into the dark side of Benadryl and some horrifying Benadryl trip report stories. And so make sure to stick around because these are truly some of the most unbelievably insane, scary and disturbing stories I have ever read before, truly, ever read before. And so make sure to stick around. And I appreciate you guys stopping by means of world and make sure you like the video and subscribe to the channel. channel subscriber goals, one million subscribers before the end of the year. So please subscribe. It helps so, so much. And like I said, these stories are just so scary to me. I mean, it's people abusing an over-the-counter medication and seeing some of the most horrifically

scary things imaginable and also severely damaging their brain in the process. And I will get into the more specifics of what it does to you and how damaging it truly is. And also just a quick PSA, this is not condoning the usage of any sort of drugs. And do not abuse Benadryl. It can kill you. And so I will get more into that later before we get into the stories. But yeah, today's stories are just so, so scary. I mean, the idea of being trapped inside your own head

after taking it over kind of a medication is so scary. And also, before we move on to the video, I would like to let you guys know about my Patreon, where every single week you get an exclusive bonus video where I read some of the most disturbing viewer confessions and write-at threads and stories that I can't read on YouTube and alongside that you get exclusive live streams every single Thursday, ad free content,

exclusive Discord access, and early access content. And so you get so much all for just $5 a month. The link is in the pinned comment and the link in the description. And yeah, I'm pretty excited to get into these. And so without further ado, Sit back, relax, grab a drink, or grab a snack, and without further ado, let's get into the dark side of Benadryl. And before we get into these horrifying experiences, it's important to understand what Benadryl actually is and what it does to the brain into the body. Benadryl is a common

over-the-counter allergy medication, and because it's available without a prescription, it can be easy to assume that it's completely harmless, and it can't be that bad. But Benadryl contains diphydramine, a drug that can be extremely dangerous when taken improperly or in excessive amounts. Severe misuse can cause confusion, delirium, hallucinations, dangerously elevated heart rates and blood pressure, seizures, loss of consciousness, organ damage, and in some kind of. cases, death. The effects can also be unpredictable, and surviving an OD does not necessarily mean there were no lasting consequences. And to be completely clear, I do not condone the misuse of Benadryl or the use of drugs for recreational purposes. This video is not a recommendation, a challenge,

or a guide on how to misuse Benadryl. Instead, today, we're taking a look at firsthand accounts from people who made the decision to misuse it and what happened to them afterward. And these experiences are just truly horrifying. I don't know why, but these trip reports scare me more than any other stories I cover on the channel. I think it's the fact that these people are trapped

in their own mind and are also unable to decipher what's real and what's fake. From seeing fake spiders crawling all over them to the hat man standing in the corner of their room, it is just truly horrific. And so with the disclaimer out of the way, let's take a look at the dark side of Benadryl. One very odd night. posted by Silent Evil. And before you read this, I want to quickly lay out how it's written at first. And so basically, some people, whenever they do a trip on any sort of drug, they have a trip report kind of journal where they kind of mark what time it is and what they're feeling at certain times.

And so this guy took 16 pills of Benadryl and then he started noting how he felt at each time and it gets disturbing. It starts out at zero time, I guess, or when he starts and says, took 16 total pills of Benadryl. 30 minutes later, watching Family Guy with friends, very relaxing. Hands and feet are feeling kind of heavy. Sounds are slightly enhanced. I'm hearing like carbonated bubbles popping in the Pepsi can on my desk. Friends are now leaving.

They will be back at noon tomorrow. 20 minutes later, Went to the bathroom, and out of nowhere, the green walls became blue. It was very odd, because I didn't know what was happening at first. Hearing random sounds like clicks, beeps, music parts, people talking, birds chirping, more people talking. Moving has become very fluid and relaxing, seeing more random things, like subtle little movements. out of the corners of my eye. And then five minutes later, the poster does another submission and says,

vision has become more blurred, and my mind tends to wander off track, hard to write and read. Some minor hallucinogens now. It-eyed nearly impotable to trad. I can't R.T. same. And then it's just a bunch of miscellaneous dots and letters. and so obviously the OP is losing the cognitive ability to write. And if you're watching, you can see how this kind of starts to go at the end. He starts misspelling everything.

And yeah, we can't follow the trip report anymore. And the poster adds and says, well, as you can probably tell, I was just a little messed up in the brain when I was trying to write this trip report. So I am finishing the report now as I am sober and able to type. the time thing kind of got thrown out the window with this whole thing so i will just explain everything as i can remember it on that night keep in mind on the night of this trip i was alone the entire time after my failed attempt to write i got off my chair and there was a little spider on the floor in my room same size as a normal spider not strange or anything out of the ordinary i've become a custom to spiders

room from time to time, seeing as my room is in the basement right next to all of our storage stuff. I proceed to catching it in a tissue and flushing it down the toilet and continuing my trip. While I was walking out of my bathroom, there were like three or four more on the ground outside my room. I really didn't think too much of it, except think that it was a little odd that randomly there were so many. I didn't like that the spiders were there, but decided not to waste my time killing all of them. I sat in my room feeling very pleasant, watching more family guy, and just trying to be in a calm state of mind. I was thirsty, so I decided to venture out of my room into the fridge, not 15 feet from my room to the storage room. I opened my door and looked down to see the same spiders as before, now building a little web in the corner of the wall.

And then I saw something on the floor. It was almost the same shade as my carpet, kind of a light tan slash whitish color. I bent down to look more closely, and I'm trying to focus the best I can, and all of a sudden my vision wasn't blurry anymore, and I saw what was on my floor. It was a scorpion, and a big one, too.

I really had no time to respond to this, because right then I see someone run down the stairs and go to the piano and start playing it. It seems like it was my brother. But at this time of night, following him was my dad. Walking slower, he said, Hey, turn the piano off and come back upstairs.

I'll tuck you in. I was relieved to see his face. Talking the best I could, I explained to him that we have a really bad spider infestation and that I found a scorpion on the floor. He just stood there. looking off towards the pool table, not saying anything. I said a little louder,

Dad, and then I repeated what I just said a little louder than I did before. I was really confused now. I was wondering why he wouldn't respond back to me. He then walked around towards the pool table and out of my immediate sight. I followed him to see if he was all right, but there was nothing, not a single person in the entire basement. trust me I searched

I went back to my room and then remembered what I went to do originally get a drink not remembering the scorpion was on the ground outside my room I looked back at the spiders making their web

and tried to find a clear path that would have disturbed them right then I saw that big scorpion again I forgot about it temporarily but there it was pincer's out and tail up ready to sting I'm not a pansy or anything, but this scared the crap out of me.

I jumped over it nervously and continued to get a drink and I kept seeing that same strange color difference in different areas on my basement carpet. I ignored it at first, carefully watching my step, trying not to step on these scorpions and get stung. I got my drink, but I didn't end up in my room for like two more hours. I was at this point sweating profusely, me not ever doing any hallucinogens before. and even worse doing it alone on a Friday night. I went into my bar and grabbed every glass, cup, mug I could get.

At this point, I didn't know what reality was and what was just the hallucinogens. And that really, really is not a good thing. I was freaking out, having the worst trip of my life. I proceeded in carefully crawling around the floor in capturing every single scorpion I could find in my face. basement so that I could be safe and able to go to sleep at ease. In total, I put down maybe 50 to 75 glasses around my entire basement. As I'm laying down, one of the cups I look up and there was this girl standing by my couch. So, not knowing this person, I was like, who the hell are you? And why are you

in my house? She calmly replied that she was friends with my friend Andy. And they were both just stopping by to say hi. She also said that she drove him. At this time, it was around 2.30 a.m. and I am straight pissed now. I had pretty much forgotten about the damn scorpions. Andy has been known to do dumb and very inconsiderate things, but this crossed the line. I found Andy standing in my game room by the air hockey table and all my brother's dress clothes. I was like, dude, why did you come over? It's like 2 a.m. and he can't be here. My parents will hear you two and will ground. my ass, so you need to leave this second. I'm not kidding anymore. I then realized that I was shouting and that my parents might hear me, so I quieted myself down and walked back into my basement area.

The strange girl was still there, and I kept pleading to her that they needed to leave right now, or we would all be in trouble. She wouldn't respond to me. I went in closer to tap her to get her attention, but just then she disappeared. I was like, what the hell is going on here? Right as I see Andy walking over towards my pool table, and just as I went to tap him, he disappeared too. I was so confused and scared all at the same time. I shook my head and tried to make sense of all of this, and then I saw this mysterious chick again, in the same places before. She told me that they would be leaving in like 15 minutes, and that they were sorry about coming over. I thanked her and tried to explain the weird stuff that was happening. I showed her all the

glasses and cups and told her that there are a bunch of very well camouflaged scorpions on my carpet and I had been trying to catch them so I wouldn't get stung. I told her that there may be more, so look out and be very careful. I was sort of calming down. I was still very carefully watching every single step I took on my basement carpet. I went to watch TV, but I couldn't focus on the TV for some strange reason. I was kind of getting cold, so I went to get a blanket to wrap up with, but ended up getting a towel from the bathroom and still being cold. I think at this time I turned on the light to the stairs and started up the stairs. I stopped about halfway up and realized that this was not a good idea to go upstairs like this.

Unfortunately, I was way too effed up to care. I was hunting for scorpions, and then made their way up to the entryway. I was determined to stop them, but ended up going back downstairs. I walked back down and stood at the last step of the stairs and sat down, trying to make sense of this night, and make an attempt to calm down. When I sat down, I saw Steve next to me at the end of the stairs. I started talking to him and telling him that I'm having a really bad trip, and I need him to talk to me. I looked up, and it turns out that I was talking to a blanket, I was draped over the railing. I got up quickly and grabbed the blanket and threw it on the floor

and used it kind of like a safe walkway from the stairs to about halfway to the door to my room and about to the door of my bathroom. I walked on the blanket and jumped into the bathroom. I was now in a safe place to think. I was looking at the spiders from earlier making their web. It was now a perfect picture. Round spider web with a brown recluse spider in the setting. of it. It is poisonous and I avoided any contact with it. Next, I was carefully examining the big

three to four inch long, camouflaged scorpion that was now under clear glass so he couldn't sting me. I would tap the glass and he would put up his pincers and raise his tail ready to attack. It was quite frightening. Right then, I noticed that Steve was standing behind me, pointing to the darkness in the storage room. I asked him what he was looking at. and he said that I could see it if I looked close enough. Sure enough, there was a bird, a pigeon, to be exact, standing in the room looking at me with its little beady eyes moving its head around.

I felt as if he could read my mind and my thoughts. I turned around to tell Steve that I saw the bird, and there was nobody there. I was again seen and having conversations with people that were not there. I went into my room looking for anything to comfort me, but the only thing I could think of was the fact that there were no spiders or scorpions in my room as of yet. I look over and Andy is sitting at my computer in my chair. I didn't even know what to say to him. I figured that they left at least an hour ago since I didn't see them anywhere. To make it even worse, that girl

that he was with was lying in my bed sleeping. I tried everything to get them to leave, but nothing. I would ask him things, but he wouldn't respond back to me. Just silence. I would go to tap the girl and she would disappear and then reappear when I was further away. This was getting increasingly frustrating and even more I was losing it. I was on the verge of a mental breakdown. I was seriously about to start crying. Then there was nothing.

I don't recall what happened from there until just before the end of my trip. The next thing that I remember was walking down the stairs from the second floor of my house with my dad next to me talking and stuff. I kept saying the best I could that I had a nightmare and I was really hot. I was drenched in sweat and I mean soaked. He got me some ice water and I went back to the basement in my room where I apparently went to sleep. I figured that it was just another one of my hallucinations. The next morning my dad wakes me up at 10.30, telling me that he was going to one of my brothers at school things.

He asked me if I remembered what happened last night. Of course, I responded with a, what do you mean? I knew what I did that night. From 10 p.m. to around 6.30 a.m. And the rest I figured I just slept and dreamt that part about talking him with my dad while I was still tripping. Here is what really happened. I personally do not remember any of this. My dad told me all of this.

I ended up walking upstairs again, but not going back down like before. I ended up going all the way to the upstairs where my brothers in my parents' bedrooms were. I ended up standing right next to my parents' bed on my dad's side, not saying anything, just standing there. He said that we had a conversation that went something like this. He said, what are you doing up here? I said nothing. My dad said, is everything okay? And I said, yeah.

And my dad responded with, what do you want? And I said nothing. He then brought me back to the kitchen and gave me a cold glass of water and asked me if everything was okay. I replied yes, but I had a really bad nightmare and he noticed that I was soaked with sweat. He said that we sat in the kitchen and talked for around another five minutes. Then he said I went downstairs and went to sleep. He figured that I was sleepwalking because I had done similar things in the past. So it turns out that I wasn't hallucinating talking to my dad, tripping out.

That's really strange because I wasn't nervous at all talking to him. Just played it cool and I am in the clear. And before we move on to the next one, I want to quickly let you guys know about my Patreon. I know I mentioned it in the intro, but I would just like to mention it again because it helps support the channel and you guys get some phenomenal content. But the content you do get is every single week you get an exclusive bonus video where I read some of the most disturbing, disgusting and unhinged viewer confessions. I can't read on YouTube alongside with some Reddit threads I can't read on YouTube. And alongside that, you get some exclusive live streams every single Thursday

where I talk with you guys, read some stories. It's an all. around great time and with that you get also discord access add free content and early access content i mean if you're a part of the patreon already you would have already seen this video and so you get so much all for just five dollars a month and so please consider joining and anyways now onto the next one Deeply Disturbing, posted by Jason. Benadryl-induced psychosis. I'm going to describe one of the most disturbing experiences of my life and of my families, following a very high dosage of Benadryl.

It started late one night. I was bored and wanted to use a substance. I was feeling depressed and had no access to any other drug. I have had a lot of experience with psychedelics and I thought it would be fun to explore a Benadryl trip. This was a big mistake. I was alone in my room around 11 o'clock when my family was in bed. I had a full bottle of Benadryl and took a significant amount of it. 12 o'clock.

About an hour later, I was feeling very sedated and I started having mild hallucinations. All the lights were off in my room and I could see the silhouette of objects starting to form in thin air. Though I could not be a certain on what they were. I also started seeing clear spiders form on my bed, which I did not like because there are brown recluse spiders in my house, and I could not tell if they were real or not. So I turned on the lights. 12.30, this is when my memory went completely blank.

I do not remember a thing about the trip during the night, but I know now I was awake the whole time because of the shape of my room in the morning. 7 a.m. This is when things got very scary. I came back to awareness with my mom talking to me on my bed. I could feel I was very intoxicated, but I didn't remember what I took. My mom was very close to my face and looking at me very strangely. Finally, she asked what I was on.

I told her nothing, but my mental state and body language was very revealing. Being in the middle of a very intense trip and having my mom aggressively question me and give me very suspicious and threatening looks, sent me into a state of paranoia that eventually evolved into a full-blown, paranoid psychotic state. 8 a.m. At this point, my whole house was aware that I was in an altered state. I was in a state of sheer terror, as everyone around me was questioning me and staring at me. I was so wired up with fear, paranoia, and disorganized thoughts that my eyelids were pried open,

receding nearly into my eye sockets giving me a psychotic look. My brother, who has seen a lot of psychotic and schizophrenic people, while he was homeless, said I had the classic look in my eyes and face of someone suffering with schizophrenia. a look of terror and complete confusion. Accompanied by the insane look in my eyes, I was having paranoid auditory hallucinations of voices and disorganized speech and thought processes. 8 to 9 a.m.

At this point, I felt nearly brain dead. My short-term memory was completely gone. I would begin a sentence and then completely forget what I was talking about, or one of my family members would ask me something, and I would start answering it and then forget what they asked, and what I was saying in response. Even worse, I was having vivid auditory hallucinations of my family members saying things to me that they weren't,

and the hallucinations were in their tone of voice and mannerisms. I would see their mouths move to what I thought they were saying as well. It was impossible to tell what was real and what was not. I was completely paranoid and kept hearing them saying negative things about me in our relationship. This started a long process of having arguments with my family members about things they did not say. In the midst of the experience, I was talking complete gibberish about estuaric ideas one might have during an acid trip and how they related to subjects or ideas that had no connection to what I was saying or to any conversation I was in the middle of having with my family.

My family said the things I was saying were so crazy they could not describe it. The whole time I thought I was making sense. 9 to 10 a.m. My memory at this point became so bad and my body movements and language were so unnatural and disorganized that my brother began to fear for his life because I was lost in a deep psychotic state. He told me afterwards the look on my face was that of the murderer, James, Holmes, and one of his lineup photos.

My brother grabbed a bowie knife because he did not know what I was capable of. My mom was so afraid to enter the room I was in, she had to push my brother into it to deal with me. I do not remember much of what the actual experience of mental state was, but I remember it feeling very much like what I would think someone of schizophrenia or psychosis experiences. No way to differentiate what is real or not. And little awareness of one's actions, thoughts, or words. I believe I was in a drug-induced psychosis. As far as the visual hallucinations,

they were very similar to coming up on a shroom trip with very wavy walls and moving objects, but the most profound part of the experience was the head state and delusional and disorganized thoughts. 10 to 11 a.m. Finally, I began to come down off this drug and could make more sense of reality and my short-term memory came back. I gave up trying to talk to my family because I could not determine if they were saying real things or not. I looked around my room and I had thrown medication everywhere. I urinated in a chair, on my bed and on the carpet, sometime during the night.

I feel most sorry for my family, who has had to watch me literally lose my mind and fear that I might not be sane again. I tried to talk to my brother about the experience a week later to find out what happened. He said it was one of the scariest experiences of his life. and he has witnessed horrific things. He could not describe the nature of my mental state or what I was saying. I see it now as one of those experiences where there are very subtle details that are hard to describe in the experience as a whole was so complex that the depth of it in its disturbing nature can't be put into words.

It took me nearly a week to recover. I was hallucinating for days. I would stop hallucinating for a little while, go to sleep, and then wake up hallucinating again, and feeling like I was back in the same headspace. Luckily, the hallucinations and disassociated feelings went away after a week. I will never do Benadryl ever again, and I strongly recommend not trying this drug. In retrospect, the experience did give me great insight into what a schizophrenic or psychotic person experiences. It's as if the wires in your brain cross and the processing of intercommunicating data in your brain mix and the resulting perceptual experiences and self-expression is idiosyncratic to your surrounding reality and the events taking place.

So you are left saying things that you think makes sense and have me. meaning to people that don't exist. You are left hopelessly confused and convinced by the vivid hallucinations and delusions your mind validates. It has also left me with a great sympathy towards psychotic and schizophrenic people. Because that state was hellish for me and for my family. To break. Posted by Clay

Well, it all started in terms. February when my friend and I started using Benadryl recreationally. We had heard that it makes you hallucinate and we had read experiences. It was a week after spring break. I got home from my girlfriend's house at around 11.20 p.m. I called my friend over and we slowly popped the pills. We did this in my room since it had a lock and my parents are quite nosy. I took many, many pills. He weighs a bit more than me, so it was about even. I started my stopwatch as soon as we downed the first set. We had all the pills down as my stopwatch passed the six-minute mark.

We had also consumed two Coca-Cola's each. As crazy as it may sound, a minute after I had all the pills down, I swear I started hallucinating. A hardcover book appeared to be bending in the corner of my eye. I didn't tell this to my friend because he'd think I was stupid, which at times I am. We went for a walk as my stopwatch approached ten minutes. We disposed all the boxes and wrappers by dumping them in my neighbor's trash can.

We slowly walked back to my house. We both started shaking and shivering, as it was only March and still a bit chilly out. As we approached my house, I noticed the downstairs lights were on. I yelled, oh crap, and we were. we started running towards the house. Surely my mother was downstairs. I told her we just went for a walk and we were fine. I told her to go back to bed. I noticed my voice was becoming extremely light and weak. It was on the verge of a whisper. Once she got back to bed, I was very much relieved. My friend and I started playing medieval, Total War, the best game ever. I honestly don't remember it

too well, but he says we did. I turned on some soft rock music on low. I told them we should lay down until the shock of the Benadryl left. I actually just wanted to sleep. My voice had turned into a whisper by now, and my body felt like it weighed about 600 pounds. We pulled the futon out from against the wall and extended it into a bed. We decided not to sleep long-attunedly on the bed, since we were both very straight. We slept. slept laterally with our legs protruding a good two feet from the side of the bed. I grabbed a few blankets and threw them on us and my friend used my beanbag as a footrest. My state of mind was in one word. Chaotic. Waves of opposing emotions overwhelmed my psyche, fatigue, apathy, paranoia,

and feminism. I checked my stopwatch. An hour had passed since we consumed. We had consumed. We've the pills. The lights were off, so I didn't get to notice any open-eye hallucinations. My stomach started to ache with a sharp, pulsating sensation. I noticed I could evade the pain by taking deep, slow breaths. In my mind, I thought I would puk if I stopped breathing slowly and deeply. I felt my heart beating so fast. It was like a bass drum being beaten by an obese boxer from Southern Kentucky. Insane as that may sound, those were the exact words that came through my head. I checked my watch again. Six hours elapsed. That can't be right, I thought. I checked it again. Hello. My watch was talking to me. It didn't strike me as a hallucination,

but simply as the way things were. No matter what time it was, I had to pee. I would have stayed and talked to the watch, but all that would have come out would be a whisper, and the effort it would have taken would force me into a coma. I slowly stood up. Now I no longer felt heavy. I felt like I was hovering. I had set my glasses by the computer. I walked slowly around the bean bag and put on my glasses. I opened the door and hovered to the bathroom. When I finally arrived in my bathroom, I turned on the lights and began to piss. It kept coming out. It kind of stung, but I wasn't about to complain. I noticed that we now had a black fish in our toilet bowl. It swam aimlessly about inside the toilet. I tried pissing directly at it, but it must have taken it the wrong way.

It flipped out into the sink. I finished using the bathroom and walked to the sink. It was so real. The fish was still in it, gasping for water. I turned on the faucet to let it breathe. After about 10 seconds, I turned it into a very small maple tree that got sucked down the drain. I thought my plumber is going to be pissed about this. I washed my hands and returned to my computer room. I suppose somewhere in my head, I knew a black fish could not live in a toilet, nor could it turn into a small maple and be swallowed by my sink. Perhaps it only happened because it was impossible. Perhaps my subconscious awareness of the bounds of reality provoked this visual manifestation. Whatever the cause, it freaked me out. I didn't realize it was a hallucination

until I re-entered the computer room and took off my glasses and went back to sleep. Well, I wasn't really sleeping, but that's what I'm calling it, so sue me. Throughout the night, I continued making voyages to the bathroom and being confronted by open-eye hallucinations such as ants and spiders swarming out of my vents, a gecko on the mirror, a threat, note posted on the bathroom door. It was a strange feeling, having to go to the bathroom constantly, but never being able to do so in peace. My friend announced he was leaving. I looked at my watch. It was 10 in the morning. I said goodbye and walked upstairs. I had to go to a church trip to Des Moines at noon. I walked into the kitchen looking for food. My mom came and told me we needed to talk.

I was worried to say the least. I couldn't tell if I was still messed up or not. We wound up sitting on a couch in my upstairs living room. My mother opened the conversation with, How much Benadryl did you take last night? I answered with, none. But she looked at me like, what the hell are you talking about? She hadn't asked me a thing, but I heard it.

I heard the question I didn't want to hear and answered it. She disappeared straight in front of my eyes. I got scared. I looked at my watch again. 9.30. Oh crap, I'm still hallucinating. It was just 10. I looked at the wall clock, which has large numbers.

Hard to mistake. It was 5.30 in the morning. Maybe my parents were never talking to me. Maybe I could go downstairs and sleep. I got up and made my way downstairs. I never made it. I wound up outside. My parents got me and started yelling at me.

My mom forced my dad to take me to the hospital. I told them it was fine, but she insisted. To say the least, the ride to the hospital felt like years. Seriously, years. No exaggeration. It only took about 17 minutes in reality, but I was no longer in reality. In the waiting room, I asked for some water because the dry mouth was setting in. My dad got me in Aquafina.

I drank a sip and choked on it. I couldn't swallow. I spit it back in the bottle and set it down. I told him I couldn't swallow. Suddenly, I was back in my own house. I was in my computer room. My mom came down and told me to get back to the hospital. Shit, I'm dreaming.

I awoke and I was still at the hospital. I longed to get back to bed with my parents' ignorance, but I was lying back down on a hospital bed with an IV in me and sensors all over my body. I saw many hallucinations at the hospital since it was well illuminated with fluorescent bulbs and great windows. At one point, I thought I was in Davenport. It was a horrible trip and I can't wait until we get the hospital bill.

Joke. It wasn't even that much fun. No, it wasn't any fun. The only reason I did it was to get hallucinations, which scared the F out of me. I still hallucinate today, although this was nine weeks ago. Just small things, of course. I never will do Benadryl again.

It sucked. Anyways, to all the trippers and druggies, keep it real, keep it safe. Time governs us all. I was awake for the nightmares. At that time, I thought that my previous recreational Benadrys, use had given me enough experience to be able to comfortably deal with delirience. It did not come close to preparing me for this. I was tired from the day, but still slightly amped from the Adderall that I had taken a little afternoon. In the previous week or so, I had been having bizarre and

very disturbing dreams that I believe reflected my general frustration with the fact that my life had not been going as planned. I was very depressed and had recently dropped out of college after my first semester, despite a 3.9 GPA. A few months prior to this experience, I had been hospitalized for a OD. In retrospect, I'm not so sure if it was entirely accidental. It was Thursday night, around 11 o'clock, my room in the suburbs of an insulated northeastern college bubble town. I wanted to go to sleep, but could not because of the Adderall. I decided to take one of my mom's sleep pills to help me get to sleep. At 11, I ingested the sleep pill. I sat at my computer in my room and read articles on Wikipedia, waiting for the effects to come on.

I don't know why I did not go to bed. Maybe I already knew what I was going to do. After a few minutes, a kid I had met at school before I dropped out, DM'd me, and we started conversing. 20 minutes later, I began to feel very mildly sedated. I noticed that typing required more effort than thought. Instead of being able to rely on muscle memory, I had to consciously tell my fingers which keys to push and I had little trouble following the conversation. Ten minutes later, I was definitely feeling more heavily sedated.

I started feeling slightly disassociated. almost like a very low-level trip with fewer visual distortions. I thought to myself that I would probably go to bed soon. I also experienced a little numbness and even forgot that I was holding a cup of water a few times. I looked up from typing for a second and as I did, I realized that depth perception and perspective in general seemed a little bit off. Nothing major. It just seemed a bit like the lines of the lines of

perspective did not all go to the same vanishing point, like in a Picasso, but to a much lesser degree. It is at this point that I decided that I didn't really feel like going to sleep. I decided to experiment a bit. Famous last words? I took another sleeping pill. I had used it before in combination with melatonin and vitamin B6 to cause some wacky dreams. And I remembered it being very mildly psychedelic and giving faint tracers, especially in darkness. I also remembered that I still had some extra extract left over from my investigations. Perfect. I went to my medicine cabinet and got some capsules out.

I ingested the root extract. While in my bathroom, I noticed a bottle of generic Benadryl. I had used Benadryl recreationally in the past on numerous occasions. and I remembered strange delirient-like hallucinations with higher doses. What the hell I thought? I'm already abusing two non-traditional last resort drugs. I was feeling like a tweaker anyway, and so I just did it. I already had a bit of a tolerance from recently abusing Benadryl,

but I knew that I was about to feel the sleeping pill, so I just took a little bit. I ingested the Benadryl. I walked back to my room. now feeling nervous. I lay down on my bed and waited. I knew quite a bit about chemistry, psychology, and cognitive science. While at home, I'd been taking several classes at a nearby university, including a graduate level human cognition class. And I knew myself, so I suspected that some very uncomfortable feelings would come up during this trip. After a few minutes of lying there waiting, out of some weird, some conscious part of my mind,

I decided then and there that tonight was going to be intense, terrifying but intense. I got up and walked to the bathroom to get more drugs. As I looked into the dark room, I saw an apparition hovering into the darkness in the instant before I turned on the light. It looked like a thick, translucent cloud in the shape of a rippling curtain,

and it was very similar in texture and color to the grayish blue lights you see when you apply pressure to your own closed eyes. I took one more sleeping pill, a few more Benadryl, and grabbed the bottles of the sleeping pill and the Benadryl to bring back to my room now. I was now feeling moderately inebriated, though still coordinated enough to have no trouble walking back in. I lay down on my bed and turned off the lights.

I could faintly make out the outlines of my room and the dim light coming in under my door and through my window. Almost immediately, I noticed the same cloudy mist. This time it was taking up my entire field of vision, though not obscuring it. For the rest of the night, this mist covered everything and gave it an unreal dreamy quality. The mist quickly grew thicker, and I could see it flowing in currents and patterns almost like a grayish-green, ethereal, aurora borealis, except with very different kinds of patterns. and moving much more quickly and in a very jerky rough way.

This jerky quality of the mist made it look as if everything was in a film played at a low frame rate, in effect that characterized the entire experience. The mist would concentrate itself in the center of my vision, and when I looked at the dim outline of my swivel chair, it interacted with the chair, circling around it in a current that eventually felt. formed a cone around the column of the chair. I noticed spinly, almost crystalline-like structures branching off of the upper parts of the chair. When I closed my eyes, I noticed a very vivid

residual image of my room. As the night wore on, the open-eyed image would eventually become so ethereal in the closed-eyed one so vivid as to render them virtually indistinguishable. The entire time in my room, I had been growing steadily more dissociated. So that by this point, I was roughly at the level of a higher second plateau trip. I turned on the lights and looked around. Everything seemed basically normal, just a bit off perspective, with a dreamlike unreal quality and the low frame rate effect, all of which seemed to be induced by the mist. I looked at my wall and happened to notice that the clockwork orange poster,

showing a silhouette of Alex and his friends walking towards you, looked exactly like a hologram. It was three-dimensional, had green and orange tingees, and the figures strutted back and forth as I moved my head back and forth. I looked at my other poster with similar results. When I looked back, however, the outlines of the figures and the clockwork,

orange poster were vibrating at a high frequency. The vibrations were subtle at first, but very soon the variation became so large that the character seemed fuzzy and slightly foggy, much like the room. After this point, I have no linear concept of memory. The following, I remember in small, disconnected dream portions. In fact, I thought that all of this was a bad dream until I spoke to my dad the next day. With traditional psychedelics like mushrooms, I get visuals, but they are always, or almost always, clearly just visual distortions. They are not real, they are not fully formed or defined. They do not sit with me in my kitchen or carry out a coherent conversation with me. With these, it was different. Everything seemed dreamlike. Everything seemed

dreamlike. So a dreamlike figure seemed just as real as anything else. With no reality-based frame of reference, it became impossible to distinguish between these true hallucinations and reality, and so I passed out of this world and into a state of delirium. After the intensity of the vibrating started to increase, it came to a point where the figures seemed to be vibrating so much that they now had the ability to move independently of the poster. I remember seeing the figures step out of the poster and into my room. They looked completely, solidly real, but at the same time, not at all, almost as if they were copies of people. I could sense that they were not human by their shadowy texture and color and by the way they moved. They did not walk or even really

move it all. Rather, it was as if I was watching a series of still frames in sequence. They would jerkily step around and often appear somewhere else without warning. I remember hearing voices in my head. Some of them whispered. Some of them cried. Some of them screamed. I do not remember what they said, only that it made me feel sad and terrified. The figures from the poster, were no longer in my room, but when I turned I saw a gray man sitting on my desk. I then remember the voices swelling to an overwhelming roar, and I honestly thought that I was going insane, and that my personality was splitting into several distinct parts, each with its own voice, and each yelling to be heard above the rest. For some reason, I desperately cried out,

how many of you are there? At which point they collectively answered, We are four. We are each you. We are four. We are each you. They then proceeded to run through a list of forgotten actions from my early childhood. Every mean thing that I had ever been ashamed of doing.

Each time they listed an action, one of the four would come forward as if to say, When you did that, that was me. I was the part of you that did that awful thing. The next thing I remember, I was walking into my kitchen. As I stepped in, my older brother stepped out of a shadowy corner. I was happy to see him. My brother does not live at home, and I was excited that he was back.

We started talking, and eventually I decided to walk out of the kitchen and back toward my room for some reason. I remember turning to say good night and looking back at him. I paused. Something was not right. He was expressionless and silent. He looked strange, almost two-dimensional. And he would only move when I moved. When I stepped toward him, he seemed to rock back on hinges

and move behind the doorway into the shadows. When I stepped back, he would rock back into place and appear to be normal. I spent a few seconds, repeatedly stepping back and forth and watching him swing like some demonic cardboard cutout. Disconcerned,

I turned around to go to my room only to find him silently leaning against the wall next to me, staring blankly at me. I walked around the house trying to get away from this strange, lifeless, shadowy incarnation of my brother. But everywhere I turned,

there he would be. leaning stiffly and unmoving, staring blankly. Why are you doing this? I asked him. You're not even real. Go away, I yelled. At this point, I ran into my dad, who apparently was real, and had been woken by my screaming at the air at 3 a.m. Fortunately, he thought I was sleepwalking and having a nightmare, and told me to go back to sleep.

For a few blessed seconds after meeting my dad, I returned to reality, albeit a very confused and very sedated reality. But as soon as my dad walked out of sight, I immediately slipped back into the dream world again. The next thing I remember was that I was trying to walk into my parents' room, possibly to go get help. When in route, I saw a procession of shadowy figures coming out of the closet that sits by the entrance to the room. the only one I remember looking vaguely like an East Indian acquaintance of mine. What the hell are you doing in my parents' closet at 3 in the morning? I asked him. He did not answer. Instead, he raised his right hand as if in greeting and began to flail and jerk it back and forth very quickly,

while wearing the same blank expression I had seen on my brother's face. His right arm did not move in a natural way at all. rather it flopped around as if all the bones in it had been shattered by the force of his flailing. Of all the things I saw that night, the two images I will never forget are those of that horrible, unnatural flailing, and the one of my brother's lifeless, two-dimensional body, rocking back and forth in reaction to my movements. When I woke up the next morning, I still was getting, residual images when I closed my eyes, though to a much lesser degree than the night before. I also had a horrible headache that lasted the entire day. This was extremely painful, and a bad e-crash has nothing on it.

Finally, at around 5 the next day, I decided to smoke some weed, partially because people were smoking me out and partially because I wanted to get rid of the pain. Even though the weed was nothing special, the effects were very strong and very strange. I started perceiving things in a low frame rate again, felt very disoriented and even numb a few times. The day after that I had a slight headache, but nothing too bad in that night, I saw a fainter version of that mist again as I was trying to fall asleep. This was, without a doubt, the most terrifying experience of my life. I am now afraid of the dark. Toxic, scary, danger.

Posted by Checkmate. Three days ago, I did one of the most stupidest things I have ever done in my life. Even after reading several experience reports on taking Benadro recreationally and how bad of an idea it was, I decided to give it a try. Over a period of four hours, I ingested many pills. I started with a handful, took more a few hours later, then a few more each hours afterwards. I didn't know what time it was during any of the trip, but I do remember quite a few things that happened during it.

I will list and explain the things as well as I can. A few of the pills did nothing, but make me extremely heavy and tired. A half hour after taking another four, I started to get a weird euphoric sensation in my back that eventually went up my back and into my head. After getting the head feeling, if anything, it felt like electricity,

going through my back and then exploding through my head, the trip started. I noticed something definitely strange about my vision, so I went to the bathroom to see what was up and everything. My pupils were the largest I have ever seen them. I've taken many other substances. I do not consider Benadryl to be a hallucinogen that have dilated my pupils, but never to this extent.

I could hardly see a ring of color at all. A friend of mine who was spending the night said that I looked half dead. I should have stopped there, but I took another, and then a few more a few hours later. There's a very toxic component to the trip. This I know because I felt poisoned. I felt like I had eaten some weed or any other dangerous delirient. The visuals that I got were nothing like visuals on any other sort of delirient.

There were actual objects appearing around me that were not actually there. The hardwood floor was shifting and swirling. It was hard to walk on it. Not because I had difficulty keeping my balance, but because it felt like the ground was constantly moving around. When I sat still and tried focusing on something, it wouldn't work. My eyes would focus on things very far away, then very close. Sometimes my eyes would strain, and it would hurt really bad because it would

be so hard to focus on anything. I eventually couldn't take being inside the house anymore. I had a bad feeling. It was hard to explain, somewhat like impending doom. I thought something bad was going to happen to me or my surroundings at any second, and this lasted the entire trip. I sat on my front porch and looked all around. At this point, the visuals were actually somewhat enjoyable.

Light posts were swaying back and forth vigorously. Trees were appearing in my yard, changing positions, etc. Grass and plants seemed to shrink and then grow larger than before. Then start bubbling like boiling water. I would see moving objects. I would constantly think it was a person or an animal in my peripheral vision. And it was very hard to keep from becoming paranoid. The trip seemed to plateau.

I wasn't feeling a coming up at all anymore. Just a strange feeling of being poisoned. I was delirious at this point. I hardly knew what I was doing. But I wasn't acting a complete fool. My friend had to go home when my parents were asleep. So I stayed in my room frightened. Something made me think that there were intruders in the house,

and at times I would get a blanket and throw it over myself in the corner of the room, just to get up a few seconds later, wondering what I was doing. As the paranoia seemed to subside, I listened to music on my computer and tried to talk to a few people online. Text was illegible. It looked like a foreign language. I wrote down, never again on a piece of paper, and the next day, I looked at it and it was just gibberish.

Sitting at my desk, I would occasionally say something to a friend and get a response. He was sitting behind me, on my bed, or so I thought. I would go on to this deep conversation at times, just to turn around and see no one in my room. This gave me intense chills a few times, and I must admit that, I was very scared. I started hearing phones ringing, people yelling, conversations going on in other rooms, radios playing, and all sorts of stuff that just wasn't really happening. I could not distinguish the trip from reality anymore. I was completely freaked out and the visuals would not stop. I ran into the bathroom and looked into the mirrors. I don't know why or how it happened, but the mirrors were

completely black. All parts of the mirrors. It was as though someone put a sheet of black marble over all of the mirrors. I started touching my face and my hair. Everything felt alien to me. I looked into the toilet and the water was boiling. The shower curtains were swaying all over the place, crinkling and then straightening out. Some of the oddest visuals I have ever had in my life. A friend called me. I was talking to him on the phone. I was talking all right and I could understand him. I told him what had happened and he was asking if I was sure everything would be okay. I talked to him for about 20 minutes and all. But at about every five minutes I went by, I'd zone out and start talking about something that had nothing to do with the conversation at hand. I remember saying, yeah, we should still have them if my mom isn't going to use it to make us dinner. And my friend asking me what the bloody hell I was talking about. I finally got the guts to use some weed, so I broke up some weed and smoked it. This helped the trip significantly. I didn't feel as confused and effed as I did before, and I actually started to feel tired again, and I decided that it'd probably

be best to try to sleep. Turn the lights out, terrible idea, and laid down. The bed shook and bounced wildly, almost at the point of making me feel like I had to vomit. I dealt with this for about 45 minutes and ended up falling asleep for a mere two hours. I woke up still tripping, smoked some more, and went back to bed. I ended up doing this five times and all before morning. My stash was completely gone, my room was messed up, and my bed was pulled out from the wall into the middle of the room. I remember putting on some music and then pushing the bed after the third time I woke up. Even in the morning, I was still tripping. I could read, but everything was dangerously blurry. Outside, sometimes I'd trip over stuff because I didn't see it there. Funny, the night before I was

seeing things that weren't there, now I'm not seeing things that are there. I almost got hit by a car that I didn't see or hear. I still had feelings of people being around me at times, and I would say something and look back at them and they were not there. The whole next day I was still tripping to a certain extent. Benadryl is not something to play around with. I imagine that it's very toxic at recreational dosages and it's really easy to do something stupid to myself for other people while intoxicated on it. The likelihoodness between Benadryl and the other delirients are remarkable. That sometimes during the trip I felt the same way as I did when I tried some other delirions, just completely delirious and freaked out of my mind.

It's been three days since I did that, and I gotta admit, I still don't feel back to normal. I keep getting sharp stomach slash chest pains. I get confused easily. My appetite has changed. My throat hurts really bad on the right side, and I guess I just have a hard time realizing what's going on. At sometimes I feel like I have done permanent damage to myself,

but I'm still going to wait a few more days for this stuff to get out of my body. Do not do it. It's too toxic, too scary, and too dangerous. Wobbling down the boardwalk, posted by Genetti. I'm writing this so people, People won't have to go through what I did with the over-the-counter allergy medicine called Benadryl. Before you even think about swallowing a whole box of these, try reading about what it did to me. Well, it started out with me and my friend being bored. Generally, being bored with him leads to drugs.

So we go to the CVS and buy a box of Benadryl. We were down at the shore, two hours from my house. And we weren't sure on the dosing of it. I had forgotten what I read online. I assumed a moderate amount for both of us. Well, I was wrong. It was more than sufficient. It was horrifying.

And this is going to be really long, so grab some snacks. So we opened them in my car and down them all with some water. Then we got out, grabbed their towels, and headed it to the ocean. I thought tripping on the... the beach would be fun. It wasn't in any sense of the word. The hundreds of people didn't make things any better. We had crumb cake and a few energy drinks with us that we had recently bought. He drank the entire can on the way to the beach. I never touched mine throughout the day. I don't know why. This was his first mistake. We settled down on the beach and I had to go to the bathroom,

so I got up and started walking towards it. This is where the Benadryl hits me out of nowhere. All of a sudden, it feels like the gravity was turned up to a hundred. I got used to it pretty quickly and continued to the bathroom. I couldn't go or even had to go anymore. I went back to him and sat next to him. He seemed unable to talk, unable to communicate at all. I was a little worried, but I figured it would pass.

about a minute after looking around the beach like I had never seen one before, he taps me and tries to ask me where the bathroom is. I try to respond but can't really talk. I just pointed to it. He started to get up but then collapsed and started throwing up on his towel. This is where I start to get scared, worried, and extremely confused. I just sit there and watch helplessly, getting more and more upset the more he throws up,

almost to the point of tears. I couldn't move without getting extremely nauseous. Despite that, I tried my best to make it to the water. I get there, and the feeling of nausea is too much for me to even stand up, so I go back to the towels. I found him in the same position, huddled over with his arms over his head and a pool of vomit right below his head. I just stared, with such a mix of,

feelings, that it was almost like I felt nothing. He was hyperventilated in random spurts, which also made things a lot worse for me. He told me to call the ambulance, but I had the feeling that it wasn't quite that bad. Later on, he thanked me that I didn't call an ambulance. I looked down at my legs and started to remember all the experiences I had read online about people seeing spiders and worms on their skin when they're on this and think to my myself, why now? Sure enough, I saw these spiders crawling all over me. Hundreds of little translucent spiders about the size of a pencil tip. Sometimes they'd make patterns and usually when I couldn't see them, I could feel them. On my back, under my arms, etc. I kept telling

myself to calm down because I knew freaking out would make it worse. I looked at the clear blue sky and took it all in. I decided to try and get to the water again. The same exact thing happened again. I got there and turned around because of the nausea. This time when I was coming back, some random lady asked me if I'm having a good time. Who the hell would do that? I'm still unsure if I was a hallucination or not, because I never actually saw her. But I had a feeling she was sitting on a towel in front of me. I just bit my lip because I was still having a hard time creating sentences. Well, I started walking away into my own towel and she just starts flipping out, scream something like, oh, that's a nice response, and going on and on, but I didn't

catch the rest of it. She has even more part in my story than this too. I get back to the towel, and my friend is still in that same position. By now it's been like 45 minutes. There was a second point where he tried to go to the bathroom again, and the same thing happened. I repeated this, going to the water scenario, around five or six times at least. Each time while I was sitting on a towel, seeing and feeling the spiders. One of those times as I was walking back, this old woman sitting in the chair with an umbrella asked me, why can't I make up my mind? I paid no attention, trying not to get the same reactions last time. I wasn't sure if these women talking to, to me were hallucinations or not, but it was best not to draw attention by talking into thin air

if they were. Eventually, I mustered up the concentration and strength to go up to the boardwalk and walk around. I invited my friend to come along. He said yes, but didn't move. He started going on and on about how bad of a friend I was, and one asshole I was. This came out of nowhere. We're pretty good friends and he doesn't really have a reason to say that stuff but again i wasn't sure if that was him or me hallucinating the next time i looked at him his face was extremely mutated like something out of a movie the hills have eyes i tried closing my eyes and opening them again and he still looked the same after a few minutes he looked normal again though i asked him again after sitting there for ten minutes and he just gave me some money, so I decided to go alone.

I could not, for the life of me, walk in a straight line. I would drift back and forth as I was walking. This was probably the worst thing I could have done in this situation. People are cold and relentless when they think they're right. This experience on Benadryl wouldn't have been as bad as it was if it wasn't for the people I had to deal with. Then again, I may have hallucinated at all. and that's a question that's going to haunt me for a long time.

The auditory hallucinations were far beyond anything I imagined this drug could do. I felt like I had schizophrenia the entire time I was on the boardwalk. It was very unsettling. There wasn't a point on the boardwalk of all the time I was on it that someone wasn't yelling my name. They were extremely convincing. I'd turn around and find no one or two people talking to each other. It was always a friend of mine, a group of friends, or my own mother of the voices I was hearing.

There were far too many of these to go through them all, but there are a few that was extremely confusing to me. At one point, I heard my friend, the one who was laying on the beach, run up behind me and start talking to me. And if I didn't pay attention, he would start screaming my name and start chasing after me. It was only when I turned around that it would all cease. Eventually, I learned to look at the ground and look for a shadow, behind me, and if I didn't see one, I would ignore it. The ones where my mom was angrily yelling my name were extremely hard to ignore, but I knew if I turned around, there would be nothing. As I got to the end of the boardwalk, I heard a group of 19-year-old boys saying something like,

yeah, look at you wobbling down the boardwalk. This was pretty creepy because I couldn't, as with the rest of the auditory hallucinations, discern if this was real or not. About two minutes later, I heard an announcer on one of the boardwalk games say something like, We've got great smoking devices here for tobacco or anything else, as you might not want to wobble down the boardwalk because that's a first-class ticket to get the cops' attention. After that crap, I decided I'd had enough of the boardwalk. I continued walking after I got off the boardwalk into a parking lot, still hearing friends of mine trying to get my attention.

I walked past an old man in a wheelchair, and when I got about 50 feet ahead of him, he tried asking me if I could help him in. I was assuming he meant into a car. Now, usually, I would help someone like that, but not today. I just continued to walk. Confused and scared out of my mind,

not understanding whether he was real or not, I got into my car, which I sat in for a bit. The lady that was flipping out on the beach flew past my car with someone driving, and her in the passenger seat. She screamed some pretty nasty obscenities at me as they sped off. Then there was this guy walking down the street talking on a cell phone. He said,

Now, honey, he didn't know, it's not his fault, and a few other things that tried to relieve me. He wasn't anywhere near his car. I don't even know if her car made it down the street or disappeared. I was so lost. For the next three hours, I was looking for my friend nonstop. I was walking up and down the boardwalk, looking on arcades and stores, and going up and down from the beach and walking all over it all. This time, so having people yelling my name.

Even people I didn't know, which made things even more difficult. One of the times I was down on the beach, I noticed a seagull with a kite string coming down in about six inches about the sand. This insane purplish bat was whizzing through people with unmatched energy. It took me a bit to understand that was the Siegel's kite, which makes absolutely no sense. Eventually, the beach emptied down to 50 or 60 people, which made him easy to spot. I walked up to him, unsure if he would disappear before I got to him. I sat next to his head. He was looking into infinity.

He was just staring straight across the beach. We talked a little. Not much, though. I got him up and we walked. back to my car talking of our experiences and bit and other random things we got my car and that's pretty much the end of all hallucinations although wall in the car i did see the spiders a bit more i saw that old man three more times throughout the night though making him yet another unsure thing this experience scarred me a bit i do not ever want to go back to the beach unfortunately it turns out

were going there in three weeks. This has also made me want to completely stop using drugs. It's just not worth it. Posted by When. I've taken smaller doses of Benadro before and had not had any real lasting problem, so I figured it was okay to take more without experiencing any ill effects. I was wrong. Oh, God, was I wrong? I was walking to school one morning in October, and I stopped by the grocery store on the way there to pick up the pills. I purchased a bottle, some sleep aid, and a Butterfinger bar. As I left the store and continued on my way to school, I took some pills. This was about 6.20 a.m.

I was looking for a way to not entirely be myself at school that day, A chance to be so out of it that I could sleep through class and just waste the day away without having to think too much. Needless to say, I got more than I bargained for. Anyways, so I continued walking to school and was basically fine until around 6.50 or 6.5 a.m. when I arrived. I walked through the building for a few minutes, but because I was a little early, not too many people were there. So I wandered back outside. Outside, I was walking past the gym when I saw this guy that I sort of knew. He was a good friend of one of my friends, and he said hi as I walked past.

I said hi as well, and was anxious to make my way past him and go on into the school. But then he noticed that I was not walking exactly straight, and he asked if I was okay. I told him I was fine, which wasn't true. I was not anywhere near fine, but that's what I said anyways. He didn't quite believe me. I think he thought I was drunk or something because I was walking all crooked and kept tripping and I wasn't talking like the most intelligent person ever.

At this point, I was starting to feel the effects of the drug, majorly. I was having a very hard time walking, especially with my book bag on. It felt like I was being pushed down by some unknown force, like someone had turned the gravity up and was still turning the knob. My tongue was becoming increasingly larger, and it wasn't working too well. I would try to say something, instead of using my tongue to form sounds, it just kept getting in the way.

So he kept asking me what was wrong, and I kept telling him that I was fine. Just leave me alone and let me go. But he wouldn't let me go. He was telling me that I was not okay, and I needed help. Then a teacher or someone came by. I don't know if someone went to get her or if she just happened to be walking by,

but she sat me down in a chair and told me to rest and calm down. Well, I tried to sit down, but I kept slipping out of the chair. And finally, I ended up just laying on the floor, right outside the gym there. I kept trying to get up, but no one would let me. Some other teacher or admitted.

people came by and they kept asking me questions. They were asking me what I had taken and how much I wouldn't tell anyone. So the lady said that I had to tell her. And if I didn't, then she was calling 911. That scared me because I didn't want to go to the hospital. I had done this before. And if I just had some time to let it wear off, I would be fine. I don't remember too much of what happened next. Just bits and pieces. but I think my friend's friend and some other teacher helped me walk to the attendance office and they put me in a chair. I vaguely remember the lady calling 911 and giving the address of the school to whoever was on the line. I remember seeing the paramedics come a little after that.

These two guys in all blue came into the office. That is the last thing I remember until the hospital. But according to my friends, who came into the office, I was passed out on the floor, and it looked like I was dead. I was then loaded on to a stretcher and wheeled out of the office into an ambulance, where I was then taken to the hospital. I don't remember any of this stretcher or ambulance ride, though. The next thing I remember is seeing this lady, about 25 years old or so, and she was trying to get me to drink this stuff, and I didn't want to. So she shoved this tube down my nose, through my throat and into my stomach, and put the charcoal into me that way. I think I passed out again after that.

But the next time I woke up, I remember looking around and thinking, Where the hell am I? I noticed the ivy in my arm, and then I looked down and I saw that I wasn't wearing any clothes, except this little hospital robe. I thought, what happened to my clothes? I noticed that I wasn't wearing any underwear either, and the sad part was that I didn't know if that was because someone had removed them

or if I had just forgotten to put underwear on that morning. Then I remember my grandmother and my parents came and tried to talk to me, but I was still not totally there. My mom tells me I was saying something that made absolutely no sense and even talking to people who weren't in the room at all. I was still having hallucinations also. The walls were moving and was hearing things as well. I had to stay in the hospital for a few more hours until my heart rate and blood pressure were back to fairly normal. and they had IV'd enough saline or whatever into me to make me have to get up and pee about four times.

A man came in and talked to me and asked me if I was trying to commit S word and he said that I was going to be admitted into the local behavioral center or mental hospital basically. So I was checked out of the hospital and checked into the behavioral center where I had to stay as an inpatient.

Meaning that I had to spend the night there for four days straight. After that, I was allowed to go home at night, but come back to the day program from 8 a.m. to 4 p.m. for five more days. I was put on antidepressants and I was suspended from school for three days as well, because when I was passed out, the school searched my book bag and found the pills, some Advil, and a lighter. I have to go to a drug and alcohol abuse program for two weeks and continue with counseling after that. In all, I missed seven days of school, my chance to go to homecoming, and now my parents are more paranoid than ever. I nearly died in that hospital. Now, you tell me, is it really worth it to take a few pills and try to change your mindset for maybe a few hours and risk all of that?

I didn't think it could happen to me either, but it did. all I know is I will never touch that drug again, nor any other. It's just not worth it. And all right, guys, that wraps up the dark side of Benadryl. And this video was extremely interesting to me. The trip report stories are some of the most interesting stories I've stumbled across on Reddit and just the internet. And so would you like to see some more trip report stories in the future? If so, make sure to comment down below.

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