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Wow, didn't ever expect to be back on this website. I haven't felt this desperate and alone in a long time though and I don't know where else to turn so...
Basically at the minute the only thing stopping me from killing myself is how much I love my husband, who's started his new dream job this morning and I couldn't do that to him. Other than that I feel no reason to live.
Sorry if this is going to be a pretty long post but I need to go back a while to explain why I'm here and hopefully get help
Last September I started an MA Publishing course at this prestigious London university. I was also working part-time as a nanny and although Id stopped taking drugs (miraculous for me) to focus on my studies, the pressure was getting unbearable and I was miserable. It was getting worse and worse until the attacks happened in Paris in November. None of my family or friends died,thank fuck, but it's the city I come from and I was absolutely devastated. I skipped a week of classes and took benzo after benzo and hen I finally returned to class, no one seemed to care. So that night I ordered heroin for the first time in many months.
I OD'ed and stopped breathing for minutes, according to my husband. He revived me but when I'd OD'ed I'd fallen into some strange position where I crushed my leg and basically, all the muscles in my left leg broke down. I can't really explain how fucking excruciating this is but anyway, he took me to the hospital where it was found that the rhabdomyolysis (muscle breakdown) had caused kidney failure, and I was admitted immediately.
In the hospital I developed sepsis, had a series of strokes and a botched blood transfusion leading to pulmnary oedema. Miraculously I made it out alive mid-December, with an eye that didn't function anymore, half of my left leg completely numb and a foot in constant and horrific agony.
My husband quit his job to take care of me full-time and we lived off savings that were meant to go towards a move to Australia. Eventually I got better and came off mmy gram of pregabalin and gram of morphine (both prescribed) a day. I'm well enough now that he started a new job this morning. But we have no money left (and I mean none) and so our dream to go to Australia has disappeared. last friday we got a letter from the local council saying we were entitled to £700 in housing benefits and I hadn't been so happy in months....this morning I called up and they said it had been suspended, no idea why.
I'm crushed. I wanted to make something special for my husband for when he got home later to celebrate his going back to work, get some champagne, whatever, and now we'll have nothing for dinner again on top of probably getting evicted next month.
I have no prospects (can't return to my MA now), no job despite good qualifications and perseverance, no friends, and now no money and no husband to keep me company.
I want to die. I see nothing to keep me here.
Someone please help.
Wow, didn't ever expect to be back on this website. I haven't felt this desperate and alone in a long time though and I don't know where else to turn so...
Basically at the minute the only thing stopping me from killing myself is how much I love my husband, who's started his new dream job this morning and I couldn't do that to him. Other than that I feel no reason to live.
Sorry if this is going to be a pretty long post but I need to go back a while to explain why I'm here and hopefully get help

Last September I started an MA Publishing course at this prestigious London university. I was also working part-time as a nanny and although Id stopped taking drugs (miraculous for me) to focus on my studies, the pressure was getting unbearable and I was miserable. It was getting worse and worse until the attacks happened in Paris in November. None of my family or friends died,thank fuck, but it's the city I come from and I was absolutely devastated. I skipped a week of classes and took benzo after benzo and hen I finally returned to class, no one seemed to care. So that night I ordered heroin for the first time in many months.
I OD'ed and stopped breathing for minutes, according to my husband. He revived me but when I'd OD'ed I'd fallen into some strange position where I crushed my leg and basically, all the muscles in my left leg broke down. I can't really explain how fucking excruciating this is but anyway, he took me to the hospital where it was found that the rhabdomyolysis (muscle breakdown) had caused kidney failure, and I was admitted immediately.
In the hospital I developed sepsis, had a series of strokes and a botched blood transfusion leading to pulmnary oedema. Miraculously I made it out alive mid-December, with an eye that didn't function anymore, half of my left leg completely numb and a foot in constant and horrific agony.
My husband quit his job to take care of me full-time and we lived off savings that were meant to go towards a move to Australia. Eventually I got better and came off mmy gram of pregabalin and gram of morphine (both prescribed) a day. I'm well enough now that he started a new job this morning. But we have no money left (and I mean none) and so our dream to go to Australia has disappeared. last friday we got a letter from the local council saying we were entitled to £700 in housing benefits and I hadn't been so happy in months....this morning I called up and they said it had been suspended, no idea why.
I'm crushed. I wanted to make something special for my husband for when he got home later to celebrate his going back to work, get some champagne, whatever, and now we'll have nothing for dinner again on top of probably getting evicted next month.
I have no prospects (can't return to my MA now), no job despite good qualifications and perseverance, no friends, and now no money and no husband to keep me company.
I want to die. I see nothing to keep me here.
Someone please help.