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!
I saw a dog sitting in the middle of a busy road. Clearly wasn't a stray, but just lost and confused and all the cars were just driving around it. I got out and lead it to the sidewalk, but my car is still just sitting idle at the intersection. Cue people honking at me to move, because of course. Some drove around me. Finally one dude hops out, tells me to move my car while he holds the dog, then I do the same for him.
The dog has no collar or tags and at this point we're like well idk what to do now because this is clearly someone's dog. We poked around a little bit, then call the cops for them to deal with it. Cops show up, say they can take it to the pound to see if it has a chip. We're literally all picking up this big 80 pound dog into the back of a cop car when a lady comes running down this big hill and is like "that's my dog"