I hope this doesn't count as plagiarism, because this is my exact story from a different recovery forum I went to, to spread my words and hope I can save even one person. I do not believe in sleeping pills, and I'll tell you why. I used to do a lot of drugs. I mean a rockstar-style amount. I then realized I was headed nowhere but shortening years off my life instead and I thought to myself why keep on. Then I remembered an experience I had, and it drove it further home. Like smashed-out-of-the-park type of drove. This is the experience. Me and my brother got hooked on some nasty pills called Seroquel. In small doses they actually worked as prescribed and would keep you down when you went out. However in large doses (and they always were large doses) would knock you out for days on end. I abused them. I won't lie. I had fun and would escape the world for awhile for my own world. One day I didn't wake up. Until I was on an operating room table, and they told me my heart had officially stopped four times. I don't know who was looking out for me (Call it god, a higher power, an angel, whatever) but someone wanted me to live. And atone for abuse.