Cornelius777
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- Jun 11, 2020
- 6
I wanted to share my experience.
So I mixed alcohol with a combination of pills and went to sleep. Just like that. A spontaneous attempt.
I've been fantasizing about suicide for more than ten years. I have had two attempts, and the recent one was more serious. I still think there is not much for me in this life, and the struggle of living with mental illness is fucking hell but...
The next morning I went to the hospital. I was sick and nauseous, my vision was going black. etc. I wasn't thinking too much about anything, I just felt sad about my boyfriend who was crying his eyes out and shaking from stress. So we went to the doctor and my bf showed him the two boxes of pills I used, to which the doc replied that there is no way I ate it all because I would be dead If I had. In other words, I was just a few pills away from death. He was right, one of the boxes was only half full... A few freaking pills away from death.
"You'd be cold and not moving If you had drank all of these."
After hearing this sentence my feet got cold and I felt a wave of sickness sweep over me. I couldn't look my boyfriend in the eyes...
I think no matter how much you think you want to die, you don't. Somewhere inside you, you understand that it is wrong, unnatural...
I'm still suicidal, but I have changed my mind about the whole thing. Like it or not it is a sickness... and if it's a sickness, you can cure it.
So I mixed alcohol with a combination of pills and went to sleep. Just like that. A spontaneous attempt.
I've been fantasizing about suicide for more than ten years. I have had two attempts, and the recent one was more serious. I still think there is not much for me in this life, and the struggle of living with mental illness is fucking hell but...
The next morning I went to the hospital. I was sick and nauseous, my vision was going black. etc. I wasn't thinking too much about anything, I just felt sad about my boyfriend who was crying his eyes out and shaking from stress. So we went to the doctor and my bf showed him the two boxes of pills I used, to which the doc replied that there is no way I ate it all because I would be dead If I had. In other words, I was just a few pills away from death. He was right, one of the boxes was only half full... A few freaking pills away from death.
"You'd be cold and not moving If you had drank all of these."
After hearing this sentence my feet got cold and I felt a wave of sickness sweep over me. I couldn't look my boyfriend in the eyes...
I think no matter how much you think you want to die, you don't. Somewhere inside you, you understand that it is wrong, unnatural...
I'm still suicidal, but I have changed my mind about the whole thing. Like it or not it is a sickness... and if it's a sickness, you can cure it.