For those who have survived suicide.
I attempted suicide on January 1st, 2018 by overdose. I had swallowed about 15 benadryl and eaten 7 or so tums, and continued to consume them. My throat felt dry and I was crying harshly. I was messaging a few people, but one person continued to message me. They were urging me to drink water, wake someone up, and get someone. I felt sleepy, and my legs were heavy. When I tried to stand up, I felt really dizzy. I woke my grandparents, and was rushed to the emergency room. It wasn’t very severe, but I was in and out of consciousness. In the hospital, I was being told to keep breathing. I wasn’t aware at the time, but I would stop breathing at times. After a while, I was driven to a mental ward where I was kept for 8 days. It didn’t help. The meds I take don’t help, and recently I’ve been…
…Choking myself with a homemade noose and scratching my arms with a mechanical pencil(it does more damage than you think). The rope is thin, but it still hurts. I haven’t tried hanging myself yet, but I’m afraid of myself. I’m afraid that I will try.
I was officially diagnosed with depression, anxiety, and PTSD.