May 2015 (part two)
It's Saturday, my mom is at work and my stepdad is out mowing the lawn. I'm alone and unnoticed as usual. Tuesday is the last day of school and it's 5th grade graduation.
This sad feeling washed over me, leaving my heart in an aching pain. Where did all of this go wrong? And how do I get rid of this feeling?
Crying, I open my laptop. I type "Ways to commit suicide" on Google. Pills? Can do.
Nervous, I run downstairs and check to make sure my stepdad is still moving the lawn. He definitely is and he's not even near finished. I grab the bottle of ibuprofen, take it up to my room, and down go 30 pills. The only thing I feel is numbness. I fall asleep.
I wake up to the worst headache you could ever imagine. My stomach feels like it's going to explode and I feel as if I might pass out. In a daze, I run downstairs looking for my stepdad. I need to tell someone what I did to myself, I need to go to the ER. But my stepdad is still outside, mowing the lawn. Part of me is screaming to run outside and get him, but the other part is telling me to go fall back asleep. Maybe I'll die in my sleep anyways.
I wake up multiple times, throwing up. My parents just think I'm sick.
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My depression and cutting story
Short StoryThis is just my experience with mental health and self harm. My intent is to share my story with others and to possibly help someone 💓 Trigger Warning.
