I tried to commit suicide a week ago, i ingested 100+ antidepressants and alcohol.
After a couple of minutes i knew this would be a horrible way to go and i called 911.
They took me to the hospital where they tried to flush my stomach twice, but because of the tube i couldn't breath and started to throw up.
They made me drink like a liter of norrit to neutralise the meds.
When they let me alone for a minute i ripped of the infusions and stubled my way out of the ER, walked home in the cold, i was on the other side of town so it must have been many kilometers, some parts i ran.
At home i went straight to bed.
Not long after the doorbell rang and there was police.
They talked and talked, how my life was danger and i needed to go back to the hospital, i refused, but they said they were obligated to take me there by law, i had no choise.
Walked outside with them and that was the most shamefull moment of my life, 3 police cars and an ambulance, neighbors watching...
Back in the hospital i talked with a psychiatrist, she was actually very nice to me and explained that after a night of monitoring i was free to go home.
Appearantly i had a rhythm dissorder in my hart and a pulse of 150.
After a shitty night of no sleep and neausia i was released.
I hate the police for getting my back to the hospital, but am also thankfull for them. The same for the hospital staff.
Im now drinking to not think and enjoying the company of my sweet cat, she's the only living creature that is keeping me alive right now. Dont know that to, i think im going to actually do it again, im just waiting for the right moment.
sorry you guys but my life is misery and hell, i tried and tried for so long, its only getting worse. I dont think life is ment for me. This is no life, its torture.