When I overdosed, but before I was found and resuscitated, the sense of calm was amazing. I finally felt at peace.
But that's not what actually happened, that's just where my memory cuts out.
SI is a strong fucking beast. I messaged a goodbye message to my partner, and he clued on to what I was doing. He called my mobile and I answered. I have no recall of the conversation or even sending the message - I was out of it on benzos, and probably dissociated - but apparently he asked me what I had done and if I actually wanted to die and I started crying and asking him to call an ambulance to my house.
So, it's interesting... My last recollection of that time is feeling completely at peace with dying. But apparently I wasn't? I still think longingly of the feeling of complete calm before my memory ends. My overdose was on propranolol, verapamil, imipramine, metoclopramide, stemetil, codeine, and diazepam. I was resuscitated in hospital but kept in an induced coma while my body metabolised the drugs.
I was so angry when I woke up to find I had survived, and angrier to find out that it was my fault.