I was planning to hang myself Saturday night and I had posted a photo of the rope onto my Instagram story. I didn't think anything would become of the post, I've posted much worse but someone called the police and they turned up to my flat Friday night. I managed to convince them that I wasn't gonna halm myself and so they left. Saturday I went to counselling and told my counsellor I was planning to kill myself and they kept me there for another hour. However there is nothing much that they can do, so they let me go. After that I went to a crisis cafe and spoke to a guy there for two hours and the went home.
Eventually I gave into the urges got my rope out and tied it up ready to hang myself. It was a friend of mine that called the police and convinced me to wait for them. While waiting for them I went into a dissociative state and for maybe an hour just sat in the mud and pouring rain without a coat. The police finally found me and took me to A&E and stayed with me till 4am in the morning. At 7am I finally spoke to someone from the crisis team. She agreed that the team I was referred too by the Mental Health Team here was wrong and sent an urgent referral to another team for a second opinion. We will see how that goes, but if nothing comes of this assessment then I'm gonna drink bleach next weekend.
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