I called them for the first time ever back in February of this year due to my first manic episode. I was stoned 24/7 for a month straight after being illegally fired from my job. I was also smoking one of those mystery "mushroom" vapes during this time.
Eventually, I believed that my union had started a massive international social media campaign surrounding my case without telling me. This was exciting and fun at first, until I made a statement insulting Trump and Musk to some of my union siblings. At that point, I started to believe that I was the subject of a gamergate style hate mob and that my life was in danger.
At 3am after at least 2 weeks of very little sleep, I thought I heard noises from my phone that indicated a streamer that hacked me. At this point, I called 911 to report a stalker. Nothing came of the call, but my family knew something was wrong and gave me the help I needed. I'd be happy to share more about what I was believing at the time for those interested; mental health is important folks!
Be me, 16 yo., in basement bedroom chilling. Hear/feel a thud feels like the whole house just got picked up and dropped a few inches. Meet dad's fiance who had been chilling in the den at the top of the stairs, confused. Eventually look outside through the darkness to see something strange in the front yard. Jump in the car, swing the headlights around to reveal a smoking wreck wrapped around a pine tree in the front yard. Rush out to find what remains of the driver gurgling his last attempts at breaths. Call 911, volunteer firefighters show up within minutes. Nothing to be done. Dude was paste from the inside out. Drunk driving, speeding, and didn't make the curve.
As an aside, DOT shows up a few days later to trim all of our pine trees with branches at ground level to have no branches below about six feet. Presumably to make it easier the next time? Looked ridiculous.
But yeah, that gurgle was something else. Never heard anything like it before or since.
My boss one time told me about a similar deal when he was a farm kid in the middle of nowhere, when a driver had failed to navigate a corner at speed (velocitized, like hypnotized); and my poor boss watched a broken human die at 6.
That stuff changes ya, man.