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Angels Are Mathematical
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My Story -
December 5th 2011, 05:00 AM
This thread has been labeled as triggering, particularly on the subject of suicide, by the original poster or by a Moderator. The contents of this thread therefore might not be suitable for certain sensitive users. Please take this into consideration before continuing to read.
If you are thinking about killing yourself please read this. Warning you may find this story graphic and/or disturbing.
It was all just a game. How many pills could I down before I fell to my eternal slumber? I had lost count awhile ago. I don't feel anything, so it must not be working. I had tried hanging myself yesterday, but I didn't have the courage to kick the bucket. It had been about 15 minutes now and my ipod is keeping me company. Maybe I should just go back home... Darkness. I wake to my mom sitting beside me. I am confused as to where I am. In a few seconds I remember everything. I am in a hospital bed in a city with a machine ticking my heartbeat. Then I realize there are two tubes in me one going through my nose through my throat and the other into my penis along with multiple IV's in my arms. This was my suicide attempt which happened about eight months ago. I am very lucky and happy to be alive. My life is now so much better and I have learned to cope with depression. I live a happy life with amazing friends, a great relationship family, and nice grades which I never had when I was depressed. Suicide is a permanent choice to a temporary problem. Please I ask you, no I beg you, to seek help and give this problem a few years before making a decision you can never take back. You are a unique and beautiful creation and don't EVER believe differently. |
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Age: 16
Gender: Female
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Re: My Story -
December 5th 2011, 08:59 AM
This is a story that many sufferers of depression need to read.
I wish I had read this while I was suffering from depression and the thoughts of suicide. It would have snapped me out of it right away. |
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