I tried to kill myself one time. I took an overdose of xanax…a friend whose house I was sitting came home early, and found me, called 911. I had my stomach pumped and when I recovered I was admitted into a mental facility and had to stay there until the staff felt I was no longer a danger to myself… I honestly don’t even remember how long I was there… a week, maybe ten days.
I was living in a different state and in an abusive relationship with someone who I thought I could never get away from. In the course of the relationship, he had managed to alienate me from my family and I didn’t think I had any other way out. I was in the deepest depression I’d ever been in my entire life.
The only people that know about this are the guy who I was involved with and the guy whose house I was watching. (he turned out to be an angel and let me live there until I got my act together)