Yesterday, November 17th, was exactly one year that I really tried commiting suicide. So many times between then and now, I have tried it~but never gone through with it completly.
Lastnight, I was going to finally finish the job once I returned home. To my dismay, my mother and brother were there~I hadn’t expected that. Due to them being home, I didn’t do it. But I did collect all the medicine in the house before going to spend the night with a friend.
If my mother and brother weren’t home, I’d have finally ended it.
If my friend hadn’t agreed to spend the night and today with me, maybe I’d have ended too…
Now, for over a year, I’m still in the same place I was before. My thoughts on suicide haven’t changed. But I have learned how to properly and succussfully do it now.
This is from my first time:
I’ve been trying all this past year to get help too. No one will believe me~I got as far as the emergancy room and they sent me home. I’m so afraid if I try getting help again, no one will believe me…