It was the first week into my sophomore year; I thought I was going to have such a fun and careless time, I had just got out of a very bad relationship and for the first time I felt free and in control of my own life. Until the day that my traumactic event changed my look on life, and made me open my eyes to reality. I had walked over to my friend Mykayla’s house the morning before school. As I walk in the door Mykayla says “Hey girl I’ve got some good stuff for you.”
Me: “Sure, what is it?” “I’ve got Xanax that are .5mg,” she said “Oh yea sure, and if they’re only .5mg I’ll take two of them.”
Later on that morning I am sitting in my first period class which was speech. I am starting to feel extremely tired and I fall asleep for almost the whole period which was 90 minutes at the time. It was near the end of class, when there was about only 20 minutes left, I instantly woke up and felt like I was going to get sick so I quickly asked “May I go to the restroom?” My teacher must have known something was wrong because she sent her assistant with me. Once I was in the restroom, I pulled out my phone and tried to dial my great grandma so that she could come pick me up, but the numbers started to look blurry. The lady who was with me asked “Are you ok, are you ok? Do I need to go get help?” The story from there on is kind of a fog. I do remember being asked if I wanted to go to the nurses’ office.
Once I was in the nurses office I was asked what was going on.
“I took two Xanax that were .5mg.” “I’m sorry Ashley but I couldn’t understand that, what did you say?”
I was making sense in my mind but to other people I was mumbling and stumbling. The nurse had me sit down and try to explain things to her, while I waited on the ambulance to get there.
“Ashley, what did you take?”
“I took….” I would doze off and the nurse would shake me and yell. . .
“Ashley, stay with me and explain to me what happened,” she said
“I took two