You sound like a lovely person: Thank you for your kind words.
Actually, I reached out for much of the day, calling suicide lines and the Samaritans etc (trying to trigger myself) but that actually backfired, as I ended up with the police at my door, then had to wait for an ambulance to be assessed.
Honestly, I couldn't have been more honest or blatant about my suicidal ideation/plans, but they still let me go. One of the paramedics actually thanked me for making his job easier, as he said that in his 4 years experience he has never met anyone so honest. He said he was extremely worried about me, that I was in the highest risk category, but that he'd spoken with the mental health "crisis line" and they said that I'd be ok to go back home.
I did end up cutting myself later that evening, to punish myself for not going through with the OD, and ended up with a further ambulance and a fire engine at my place at around 3am … they were going to put my door in, so it's lucky I woke up (think I'm now on my 4th front door at this point!).
And you're great at talking, and listening, so please don't be so hard on yourself.
I haven't taken my medication (poison) for two months now, and I feel like I can see clearly now? I feel very flat, and I believe that's why I never ODd on Monday. I just couldn't get the excitement levels up enough.
I kind of think like I've been cured (EUPD/BPD & OCD) but then again, about 4 weeks ago I tried to douse myself in petrol and set myself on fire, got sectioned and ODd with 70 zopiclones whilst on the ward, got discharged and immediately came home to overdose on 48 paracetamol, got discharged again last Monday, and I'm now clucking (desperately wanting) to overdose again. So, would you say I'm cured?
I'm really confused at the moment, buddy.
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