My Name is Annie, I reside in Carson City, NV and I am here to tell you my story.
My story is probably a very common one, but three years ago, started a riot in my body. The moment my boyfriend, who was my first of everything dumped me over a text message, i went insane. I started everything to just be able to sleep, to eat, or to even live without him. I was messing my self up heavily. (Three to Four bottles a night, 24 case beers, Marijuana, pills) I wanted him so bad that my actions ended me up in the hospital, unconscious, after my dad started  crying because i wouldn’t wake up.
I was a sixteen year old girl, who thought she had everything, a good job, a incredible boyfriend, and all the friends i could ask for, but slowly that all came to an end. I quit my job because i wanted to spend all of my time with my ex, lets call him Adam. So when that time came after having that job for 11 months, i walked in and quit. I was one of the girls who decided that the most important thing in my life was him, and not myself. We started dating on July 16, 2010 and we broke up December 3, 2010, a five month relationship that ended in heartache. I told all my friends to go to hell, and the only one i cared about was Adam. Within that five months, i changed completely i thought i loved him when in reality i was in love with the thought of being in love, when we broke up i went insane. I started drinking, smoking weed, doing pills, everything just to see if he would care at all, which he didn’t. Then the night came where i fell off the deep end. I was happy to a extreme, even though i wasn’t over Adam. I went to Reno, NV with my mom for the day, we were having fun, shopping, going to movies, and just laughing. But then i asked the faithful question: Will you buy me alcohol? And of course she said yes, but after a small fight about it. I went to my friends house, which was also my “party house” I thought that everyone loved me a lot more when i was drunk instead of sober. So the moment i put my purse down, i had the bottle, shot, or a beer can in my hand. That night was different though, i was happy, nothing making me sad or anything. I wanted to drink to have fun, not to be sad and miserable. Within three hours of me being there, i was so drunk that i couldn’t cooperate, I decided to go into a room and be alone, thinking i would sober up. Sadly, i also grabbed two four lokos, a couple of beers, and a bottle of UV, within the hour all three of those were gone, empty on the floor. That is when someone came to check up on me. They busted the door down and found me on the floor. At first they thought that i was sleeping, until they tried to wake me up and i wouldn’t budge. They carried me into the other room, where one person gave me CPR while someone else called my mom to come get me. They didn’t want to call 911 because there were alot of minors there. Once my mom got there they carried me out to her car and i was on my way. Instead of my mom taking me to the hospital immediately she drove me home, where my dad came rushing out. The last thing i can clearly remember is my father screaming my name, while patting my face uncontrollably until the ambulance got to me. Afterwards, what i found out scared me. On the way to the hospital, i was given CPR and when i got to the hospital i was knocked out for a good three hours before i woke up. When i did, i saw my mom crying, my father outside of the hospital room because he couldn’t handle me the way i was. And a highway patrol officer telling my mom i would be a juvenile probation. When i left the hospital, all was changed including my mind site. I was trying to commit suicide because i could not live without a guy who ruined my life. Four years later, i’m so much more responsible and comfortable with life. If you want to commit suicide it isnt the right idea, think about who you are being selfish too, you, of course, your family, your friends, everyone who has to live without you. You are so important, don’t go to the risks that i took, because i made myself believe i was okay. Its never okay to think that, whether you feel that you are not loved, a recent break up, stress. You are so much more important.
I hope my story helped you. Have a great life, and live it to the most, you never know when goodbye might mean forever
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