I overdosed on Ativan once when my sister publicly trashed me on Facebook. It wasn't an attempt, just that I felt so hurt and betrayed that I wanted to check out for a little while. My poor husband found out what I'd done, and he stayed up all night watching me sleep for 15 solid hours to make sure I didn't stop breathing. I didn't take enough for that, but HE didn't know it. I finally woke up around 3 in the afternoon and stayed groggy all day, so he fed me and cleaned up the house. I didn't go to the hospital...didn't see the need. If it happened now, knowing what I know about myself and my disease, I would go because it means I'm in deep doodoo. I've never done that again, although I've certainly lost my $#!+ a few times since then.