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Suicide Attempt.

Anonymous Story.

I was hanging out with a boy I had been seeing for awhile. We had been fighting for about a day, and I wanted to go talk things through in person. 

That didn't happen.

We fought even more and I left his house bawling my eyes out. I don't even remember what made me leave. But I do remember thinking I don't deserve to live. 

I was crying in my car, trying to figure out what had just happened. I sat there just thinking about all my pills I had in my purse. Just my 2 prescriptions for depression and bipolar-ism. Ironic, huh?

I took a lot of those pills. Of both pills. 14 anti-depressants and 13 mood stabilizers. I wanted to die and didn't care how. I was just about to head home when my second best friend called me and had me come over. She only lived down the street from him, so I was there in less than 10 minutes.

I stayed with her for about an hour before leaving. She made me drink a lot of water, along with my best friend - who was in another state at the time. They told me that I probably didn't take enough that I would need to make myself throw up or get my stomach pumped. They just made sure I got home safely.

My best friend facetimed me for about an hour, just talking to me and talking me down from taking more pills. I'm sure it was a scary thing for her. And I can never thank her enough for it. She texted me until I told her I was going to try to sleep.

All while this is happening, I'm texting the guy and he seems like he doesn't care that much that I just tried to overdose. He eventually stopped texting me and I assumed he was ignoring me so he could go to sleep.

I remember I couldn't fall asleep, and just as I was dozing off, I get a call. At first I was confused at what time it was, then about who was calling me. It was the guy I was talking to. He apparently had gone to the movies with his mom and wanted to make sure I was ok.

It was weird considering he didn't seem to care earlier. I looked at what time it was, and it was only midnight. After talking to him for about 10 minutes, we hung up so I could go back to sleep.

But I couldn't sleep.

I stayed up the rest of the night, thankful I didn't have work. I tossed and turned for several hours, not being able to sleep. I finally gave up when I heard birds chirping, saw the light peaking through my shades and smelled the coffee being brewed.

I will never try to overdose again.