My suicide attempts

hi  my name is Santos and this is going to be about my suicide attempts   .

My first suicide attempt was  August 3rd I rememberthat threw that  time I was going threw major depression I would always cut myself and I would always hear how my parents thought I was worthless and my dad just that day slapped me and I got really sad and went online and read threw my ask. Fm comments and most of them were really bad some would say u have now friends u dumb fuck or others would say u look like a pig so I just thought everyone was right so I went to my bathroom and called my dad when I called him the first thing I heard was people shouting and game noises and by that I mean he was at casinos so I hung up and then I called my mom and she didn’t answer do I left her a voice mail that said I loved her and to keep strong and to tell my baby brother I loved him and always will by that point I already had everything planned I have my razor and one a pill bottle next thing I knew my wrist were already cut and I was lying in a pool of blood but me bieng me thought that wasn’t enough so I drank all the pills and when I was done I went to get my friend and called her saying that I loved her and that it wasn’t her foult and  to keep going on life and never give up when I hung up the phone she kept calling and calling so I turned off my phone and just lied there waiting to die bc I started feeling really dizzy and my stomach hurt like a b*tch , anyways while I was on the floor I don’t notice that my friend was in my house and she had called 911 and called my mom and then her mom came and she was crying and helped me not fall asleep minutes ( I wish I could tell you what happens next but I don’t remember all the details) sorry but I do remember that I woke up in a ambulance and they kept putting a cotton ball that I would want to sleep so I stayed up then i remember the doctors telling me how I feel and cleaning my cuts and putting bandages on me they told me that I would have to stay over night bc I would have to go to a mental hospital at first I dint wanna go but then I though I wanna get better so I went it was pretty great but the thing I don’t like was the morning goals and that we would have to shair out feelings , like no but I ended up staying for one week and 2 days . The end