A progression of my last post.

[sylvi3]

I've been talking to my friend for about 3 hours now. I think I've gone into some type of episode. She's sent screenshots to my mom and I've talked to my mom 2 times. I talked to the cops. My little brother (2 years younger than me) was instructed to take edibles and my antidepressants out of my mom's room and 'keep them safe' from me. But no one knows my plan. The keys to the safe are still there, I know where they are. The metoprolol succinate should still be in there, as it wasn't one of the medications given to my little brother.
I've stopped talking to my friend now. I told him I was tired after 3 hours of texting him. The cop is gone. My mom doesn't get home for another 3 hours. My little brother is in his room with the door shut. I think, perhaps, it might be time.
The pit in my guts, the one that grows during these types of moments, is noticeably here now. Not as strong as it's sometimes been, but it's definitely there. It begs to be fed.
I think I'm going to feed it.

 

[Aflame5926]

i dont think this would be the moment to be honest.

i would advice you against it to be honest

 

[meowpuppy]

please gang don't do an OD.. please, if you fail it won't be worth it

 

[DignifiedGrave]

I definitely would advice against doing anything right now.
Especially if your method is od.
Plus it can take far, far longer than just a few hours to od.
If you're found youll be immediately hospitalized, saved, and then sent to a psych ward. Where I am we have whats called the baker act. I was held for 72 hours after my first episode of sh via cutting (it was pretty bad) was deemed a "suicide attempt".
It hurt worse than the cuts I gave myself.