I woke up next to a suicide note.

I’ve been struggling with Bipolar for almost two years. I am searching for the right meds because I NEED to stay alive for my children. But last night something different happened. My family was not home, I was incredibly sad, and I took an entire bottle of Ativan and Seroquel….washed down by a bottle of wine. I don’t remember doing it.

This morning I woke up extremely groggy, empty pill bottles on my nightstand next to a framed photo of my grandmother. There was also a note which simply read “I am so very sorry.”

I would have wanted to say so much more.

I’m afraid,