About an hour later I was becoming scared and told my mom what I did so my stepdad was on his way to get me and take me to the hospital. My bff was scared and so was my girlfriend bc I told them as well.
I got to the hospital shaking, I got in a room and had my vitals taken and some blood drawn. They came back and said my liver was ok and if I had taken a few more pills it wouldn't have been. I was getting nauseous and threw up I then changed into the gown.
I still had my phone even though they were supposed to take it and give it to my mom. My mom and aunt were with me asking me why I did this. I blamed it on A when it was also my myself and my girlfriends fault. The doctor told me I was going to stay in a psych hospital for a few days.
I had to stay in the hospital for 3 days and be watched except when I when to the bathroom but someone was outside. When my family was gone a nurse was watching me outside with my curtains moved to the side so they can see.
I went into the psych hospital on the third day and was there for 5 days. I came back to school the next week with a new schedule so I didn't have classes with A but I also didn't with k. My mom had to hide all of the pills in the house and give me my pills everyday for months tell I could prove I wouldn't do it again.
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Trying not to die
Non-FictionMy life of dealing with self harm, self hate, being a trans man, and more