Hey everyone! I wanted to share my story of my suicide attempts. I’m 16 years old, I’ve attempted suicide four times.
The first time I was 13, I tried it by cutting my wrists, i lost a lot of blood and ended up fainting, went to hospital, got stiches, and spent a week in the psych ward for observation then i went home.
My 2nd attempt, I overdosed on 30 prozac pills and 10 paracetemols, and 7 pain killers and 15 sleeping pills. I was going through a mental breakdown and had already told my parents i planned on killing myself that day (i think this time was a cry for help, even though i felt like i wanted to die, i wanted to do something drastic, to be saved, helped, and show just how serious problems i was having) My mum found the empty bottles and packets of pills in my bathroom bin, she got mad and told me to pack a bag because she was going to take me to the ER. I went to the ER, and got my vitals checked, the whole time my mother was looking at me so meanly, I just wanted her to leave but she said she was going to stay until I was officially admitted. So I was in the ER ward, got an ECG, IV, heart moniter and then 7 hours later i was stable enough to go to a room, i was wheelchaired to the short stay ward, where i stayed in a childrens room overnight, having my vitals checked every 4 hours, it was about 1am by the time my parents went home, my dad came to the hospital about 3 hours after i went. i talked to a psychiatrist and then after my parents left, i tried to get some sleep. I did not have my stomach pumped or given charcoal, which was surprising but I didn’t do any permanent damage which is good. I didn’t throw up though and felt fine the next day, just a bit of a headache and tiredness.
So the next day it was about midday, i had a shower and got ready to leave, and said i was going to go and jump off a building somewhere. I didn’t even care at this point. a few psychiatric nurses came in to try to talk to me and they called my parents, i was committed against my will, and spent 5 days in the psychiatric ward, then i went home.
My 3rd attempt was a week later, I overdosed on cymbalta (an extremely strong anti-depressant/psychotic) and serequel. My parents found out, and got so mad at me, screamed at me and my mum called the hospital, they told her to bring me in asap, then my mum decided not to because she was too tired and stressed and didn’t want to drive me to hospital, so told me to pack a bag because she was going to call an ambulance ,so i did, and waited, then she comes into my room and says “you know what, im not going to call an ambulance, you did this to yourself, you dont desereve help, just go to sleep and die”
i was made to go to bed early, i wasn’t even allowed to get up, I felt absolutely fine all night so I assumed the overdose wouldn’t do anything.
Then the following morning, I woke up at 5am, I was so dizzy, I could barely stand straight, I tried walking down the stairs and everything was tunneling in and fuzzy, i fell down the stairs because i couldn’t balance straight. I was having hallucinations, seeing dots and fuzzy, colorful things, hearing voices, and i was covered in cold sweat, I was shaking uncontrollably and coughing up blood, and i was severely tired to the point that i didn’t have any energy to even get up, i didn’t throw up at all though, despite having a little bit of neasuea. My parents saw how sick i was, but refused to take me to the hospital, or even to the doctors for a general check up. I was sick like this for a few days, stayed in bed 24/7, didn’t eat a thing for like 5 days, after about 5 days i finally got my appetite back and had the strength to get out of bed, and felt a lot better. However I suffered permenant liver damage from the overdose, which could have been prevented had my parents taken me to hospital, and i also have heart problems due to it, I don’t blame my parents ,and i could have called 000 myself, but i wanted to die and didn’t want to admit to help myself, so that wasn’t an option for me at the time.
My fourth attempt, which was 8 days ago, to be exact. I took 70,000mg of paracetamol. After just over a year of no suicide attempts, this attempt happened very suddenly, shit happened, i went to shops, brought 100,000mg (100 pills) of paracetamol, some chocolate and diet coke. I sat in the park, i was the only person there. I sat on a bench in front of the river, watching the ducks. I sat there for a few minutes, hoping that I wouldn’t do this, hoping that my phone would ring, or someone would come and talk to me. But that didn’t happen. So I started opening the pills, and took them in handfuls of 10 each, they were not sugar coated, which sucked, I started gagging after about 20 pills, it was getting harder but i kept going, after 70 pills i just couldn’t take the rest, i felt like my throat had closed up and the thought of taking the rest made me want to puke. I got up, rode my bike home, as soon as I got home, within minutes, they set in. I felt so dizzy, I was like a zombie, apparently i wasn’t talking properly, and was delusional, my words were slurred and i was in a very dream like state of mind. I was feeling very nauseated, I fell asleep at around 6pm, then awoke at 10pm by my phone ringing, they said they couldn’t understand a word i was saying and that i sounded fucked up, they hung up, i then got up to get some water, and threw up, went back to sleep, woke up at least 10 times throughout the night to puke, the neasuea was awful, absolutely awful. And at about midnight I started shaking uncontrollably, I didn’t feel cold, but I couldn’t stop shaking, it was scary and weird. Then the following morning, I was still sick, I was throwing up stomach acid and blood sense I had nothing else left in my stomach, I had no appetite and felt very dizzy, tired, weak, sick, my parents wondered why i was sick, i said i think i got food poisoning or whatever, they believed me.
I felt horrible, ODing on paracetemol is the worst idea ever, the only way you can actually die from it is if you actually do get liver failure, and dont get a liver transplant for it. I was in so much pain and I felt like shit, I threw up everything, felt so neasueated, dizzy, weak, constant headaches, my hearing was all weird, my chest hurt, I really thought I would be dead within a few days. So I just stayed in bed, waiting to die.
Then after 4 days, I started feeling better, had the strength to get out of bed, my appetite came back, it’s been over a week, I think I’m fully recovered from it, I feel okay, I still haven’t told anyone and don’t plan to, but I think my liver’s fine so I’m not concerned.
So yeah, those have been my suicide attempts so far.
I’m already planning my next one, one word – jump :/
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You’re story has reached out to me. I really wish that i was there to stop you. If you find that all hope is lost, please find Jesus. He loves you and he will answer you if you call his name. God loves you and he always will. Your parents may not care, but God, the creator of the Universe and the stars. he cares, out of all the people, plants or animals in this world, he cares about you above all. If you would just accept Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior, he will give you what you have longed for the most. everlasting love and a eternal life in heaven. . . Give Jesus a chance to change your life. All you have to say is: “I accept Jesus Christ as my Savior and I repent of my sins and wrongdoings” with all your heart. and wait, be patient for his miracles to work in your life. please consider about this before you plan to jump. I will continue to pray for you.
Do you want to talk about it? I’ll listen. I’m a 17 year old girl and my email is neverknown@hushmail.com Please hold on as long as you can.
Jump with your head infront, make sure the collision is fatal! DO A BARREL ROLL!
Please talk to your school counselor. They can really help. Your mom sounds really bad with how she reacts, but not all people are like that.
Omar, this is a 16 year old girl who needs some help! Dont be a moron.
Elisabethianna you sound like a great person why are you so sure you want to die? Your 16 and have many good years infront of you at this age you can turn around and do whatever you want with your life! At least give it another 20 years if you feel the same at 36 then atleast you can say you tried! Stop the attempts you maybe successful next time think of all the things that you will miss out on that could have made you happy!
I know your pain. I’m your age too, and I have at least done 10 attempts.. And your parents the way they acted is the same way mine dis, that’s why I have never asked for help…
I was the same from age 13 til now (age 29), I even attempted it when I was seven. I have never found anyone to talk to about it. My may attempts have found me no help. It could be different for you though, if you want it to be! If you can be strong enough to take control of your death, why can’t it be the same with your life. Give it a few years, cause trust me your hormones are not helping.
Think about what life you would like, could be anything! and i mean the people in it too, not just where you want to live, and the job. think of every detail, hobbies, clothes, friends, what sort of person you want to be etc.
Have you ever played with dolls, and created a whole world for them??
Thats what you need to do.
Then write down all the steps it takes to get there.
Then day by take those steps.
And you will grow into that person and you will have that life, and your bad parents won’t matter anymore, nobody will be able to crush you, because you did it by yourself.
Please try this!
I’m never a good adviser… but just shout at something- do something to let it out… I never did, and that didn’t end well.
Well, to end your life or not, it’s your choise, but it’s kindof scary that you never know what happens after you die, right?
Im never scared of after life. If there even is one. Im scares of my attempt not working and having to live with permanent kinds of damage. Talk about more of a damn mess…
Elizabeth, your attempts with overdoses sound like mine. So much like mine. Only mine were with different controlled substances. Will you be willing to talk to me? Im thinking of my next method also. Im in my 30s and i know you are a young girl but i can give you somr advice on bettering your life, as to what i did to better my life at ur age. However it got messed up in my 20s for unforunate reasons that now leave me emotionally crippled. Helpless. Defeated. Alone. Misunderstood. And don’t wany anyones help because ive tried before ans peoples words dont work on me. My situations very different. Lets just say that. Along with my mental disorders that have only gotten worse. Girl, please let me know.. i feel for you and your story. Sucks when your parents fucking suck also and get fed up with u. And say mean things. Ive gotten that too. I have resent for my family members. I was always in need for help and now i just dont want it. The ones who were supposed to offer it jist seen me as some kins of burden ans their help was no good anyway in the beginning. It was mean and un-understanding to say the least…..let me know.