While not the worst experience of my life, it runs right fucking up there with a couple I'd never care to type about.
I'll try to keep it short.
I was suffering from multiple traumas/injuries at once. A few lovely little psychological maladies came to light, or were at least magnified by the situation.
I was on
80mgX3 day of Oxy (prescribed, but became addicted and was taking more)
10 Percocet per day (prescribed but was taking way more)
1200mg Gabapentin per day
40mg Citalopram / Day
4mg Clonazepan / Day (prescribed, but definitely took more)
Ativan as needed (and oh boy did I ever make myself "need" that)
Zopiclone for sleep (or for just feeling fucked up as desired after a while).
I was in an extremely bad relationship with someone who continually took my meds from me. One day she decided that I was to be out of her house while I was in this state with a fractured neck and spine, as well as some abdominal and groin issues, coupled with extreme depression and anxiety.
I was quite literally dumped out in the street with no money, none of my meds, in winter in downtown Calgary. I could not walk. Not much more than any distances of maybe 50 feet and that was a Herculean effort.
Apart from the withdrawl that set in after only about 6 hours (that any of you seasoned users will know), I was in massive pain, I was hungry, I was not in possession of my mental faculties and I was very cold, without proper winter clothing.
I spent the first night outdoors. Laying on the sidewalk.
I'll just end the story quickly by saying that i ceased to be a human being on day 2, lost my mind as I know it, and attempted to step in front of a city train.
'nuff said.