So some of you may have seen my post ” attempting now”. So what happened in detail after that post is I overdosed on my anti depressants, sleeping pills and other anti depressants I had laying around at home. My mom found out brought me to the emergency room where I had a seizure and the resuscitated me not to long after and I woke up hooked up to a bunch of machines with people crying and sad around me saying I almost died. Then they put me in the psych ward on a 3 day hold which felt like I was in jail then she wanted me to stay till Friday but luckily they let me out on the 3rd day before she got their to tell them to keep me longer. So I left and took a taxi home where I found her getting ready to come. Now my whole family knows about my attempt..
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I always am confused when I hear suicide attempts get out in three days. They kept me for 15/16 days twice and 28 another time. I learned nothing. Except that the people working there were f*cking retarded. Why would that stop anyone, I mean all it really did for me was injure me and egg me on. Knowing that I’ll finally go through with it is my greatest pleasure.
Nonetheless I’m concerned and feel like the victim as everyone around got out in a few days and I’m sitting there like “..why aren’t they letting me go..” then I’d bawl my eyes out and they’d start calling me names. nonetheless a trauma I think of all the time.
Well you are not really back from the dead cause overdosing on sleeping pills and anti depressants are the least effective way to kill yourself. If nobody didn’t find you the worst the overdose will do is to make you sleep for a couple of days and then you will wake up. Most Modern prescription meds are designed not kill you, regardless of how much you take.
You will have lived aways if mom your didn’t find you
No my heart literally stopped they had to resuscitate me and give me oxygen and then I woke up in the ICU. I agree omg the 3 days didn’t help at all..like you only talk to the doctor for 5 minutes a day then they tell you to use the rest of the day to reflect on life..Like do they not understand us suicidal people at all or what..Like it basically just felt like punishment for trying to kill myself not helping to progress in anyway at all..
What was your first emotion/thought upon waking up?