A few weeks had past since I overdosed, and I had finally woken up. Not knowing where I was at the time.
I was in a room in a bed and it felt like I couldn't even breathe.
The doctor finally came in and I saw my mom, the doctor of course started asking if I knew what happened. I nodded my head yes, they then asked if I knew where I was I replied with, "a mental hospital." They replied with no I was in children's hospital in Nashville, which was 5 or 6 hours from where I live.
They left me for awhile to let me and my mom talk and get stuff ready for me to clean up and stuff. I had a feeding tube which I didn't know at the time.
My mom blamed herself for everything of course and was wondering why I did it, but that wasn't the point at the time. I didn't want to be alive still I didn't, but then I remember all I could think about was my best friend and I only wanted her to be there with me and I knew everything would be alright. She was my motivation.
It had pasted my sisters birthday already and all i could remember was my sister screaming at me when I was laying on the floor and walking into the hospital not being able to walk much and throwing up.
Of course there was a nurse watching me all the time even when my mom wasn't there. And I kept trying to pull my feeding tube out because it was very irritating. And then I kept scratching at my stitches in my neck which I didn't know I had until the nurse told me.
Of course I had to go through a bunch of scans and stuff, but at the time I couldn't walk at all. My told me I had a stroke, so I was to weak at the time but thankfully overtime I did build my strength back up with physical therapy. I always had to have my blood checked because I had a blood clot and yet I still do but it's harden now but I can't do any sports or anything now. But all together I was there for around 3 months.
They didn't think I'd make it but I did.
