I’ve been struggling with anxiety and depression for awhile now. But one night I decided I would commit suicide. I canceled all of my subscriptions. I even wrote my note. I later decided I was going to do it the next morning when there is no one in the house. I couldn’t sleep. I was having panic attacks and I couldn’t breathe.
The next morning, I realized my dad took the day off work, but I still got the pills from the counter. I started overdosing on a bunch of pills. I took almost the whole bottle of Aleve and there were about 300 pills. I was planning on taking the whole bottle but I just couldn’t anymore. I was vomiting a lot, I couldn’t breathe, my throat burned. I felt very weak, dizzy, and shaky. I texted my friend and told her what I did. She called 911.
As I was rushed to the hospital, it felt like I was dreaming. I tried to wake myself up. Then, I realized it was real. I saw my loved ones there. I saw how they reacted when they found out what I did. I realized that by taking my life I would be taking others with me. I realize now how much everyone cared for me and loved me.
After staying at the medical hospital for awhile, I was transferred to the psychiatric hospital. I learned so much there. I wasn’t alone and there were other people with problems like me. After I got out of the hospital, I felt glad to be still alive. It felt good to be back home. My family cared for me and loved me. Suicide is never the answer. I felt it was worth it at the time, but now I realized it’s not.