Surviving?I've tried to kill myself, I will come right out and say that. It was in part due to my depression, but I really wanted to die. It was just me. So, I took a whole bunch of pills. The thing was, my mom found me the next morning, before the pills had finished their work. They were almost done, but not quite, and it was enough time for the hospital to do their job and save me. After that, it's just been everybody making me feel horrible for what I did, like that's supposed to make me feel better. So, I act like I'm so sorry it happened, when in reality, I think about doing it again everyday. It's been almost 2 years since my attempt and I still think about it everyday. I'm just scared of not dying fast enough and being saved again, then having to hear everything that makes me a horrible person all over again.
Has anyone else had an experience like this?