NotSoEnchanted
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- Dec 26, 2025
- 29
Yesterday night I drank a 6-pack plus a pint of white claw. I then slit my wrist and was bleeding for over 2 hours straight. Despite blood steadily pouring out my body like rain on a drizzly day, I didn't loose consciousness so I wrapped it up. It took almost an entire roll of toilet paper to somewhat stop the bleeding. Even then it was seeping through in bright red blooms so I wrapped a thick shirt around it. This helped but it didn't take long for the shirt to become saturated. It was then I got very very cold, so I dug out my sleeping bag and made a floor bed. Before settling down I tied another shirt tight around my arm. It didn't take long for me to drift off to sleep, with the goal to wake up at 7:00am or so to go get stitched up.
I woke up sometime around 5:30am very very warm. It was hard to breathe and despite being awake, I was borderline loosing consciousness. I thought I was going to puke and had to fight just to get up off the floor. I stumbled to the bathroom and barely got there before everything went white and the last thing I remember is the pain as my nose smashed right on the tile. I came to and started violently jerking against my will. I don't know how to describe it but it hurt and was terrifying. I was so cold, harshly spasming, and I thought I was going to die. In that moment I panicked and blindly thrashed around for my phone to call 911. Thankfully I didn't find it because emergency services would have created a mess and embarrassed me.
I then lost consciousness again and awoke wet and bloody. I had somehow managed to knock my dogs water bowl over and end up face first in a pool of old blood. I was feeling a bit more stable as I lay there, but then sick again so I went to the sink to puke. I barely got any alcohol out, but I knew I needed to purge it. I didn't last long upright though and stumbled away from the sink and fell hard. Immediate lights out. When I came too I jerked around some more and finally rested. My body was exhausted, but my brain was no longer screaming "you're going to die, you're dying" It was then I knew I would pull through. Once I didn't feel as weak I got up, found my phone, and went back to my sleeping bag. My poor dog was so happy to see me, but he looked very scared. My arm's definitely bleeding again, I feel the warmth of blood trickling. My knee hurts, my nose hurts, and I hit my head pretty hard I think. I'm so cold again, and tired.
Suns coming up though and I'm still here despite it all. I don't think I should drive for some time, even though urgent care opens very soon. I'm still shakey and not right, I don't want to put others at risk. It took so much to just write this as I lay here. I'm going to try to sleep for a little again, hopefully I wake up feeling better because I need to go get stitches. It's so bothersome to be bleeding like this . I just want to curl up in my bed and put on fresh comfy clothes. I reek of blood and Im uncomfortable. I crave comfort, especially after all the horror my body just endured. I won't be able to shake the memory of me violently spasming like that for awhile.
I woke up sometime around 5:30am very very warm. It was hard to breathe and despite being awake, I was borderline loosing consciousness. I thought I was going to puke and had to fight just to get up off the floor. I stumbled to the bathroom and barely got there before everything went white and the last thing I remember is the pain as my nose smashed right on the tile. I came to and started violently jerking against my will. I don't know how to describe it but it hurt and was terrifying. I was so cold, harshly spasming, and I thought I was going to die. In that moment I panicked and blindly thrashed around for my phone to call 911. Thankfully I didn't find it because emergency services would have created a mess and embarrassed me.
I then lost consciousness again and awoke wet and bloody. I had somehow managed to knock my dogs water bowl over and end up face first in a pool of old blood. I was feeling a bit more stable as I lay there, but then sick again so I went to the sink to puke. I barely got any alcohol out, but I knew I needed to purge it. I didn't last long upright though and stumbled away from the sink and fell hard. Immediate lights out. When I came too I jerked around some more and finally rested. My body was exhausted, but my brain was no longer screaming "you're going to die, you're dying" It was then I knew I would pull through. Once I didn't feel as weak I got up, found my phone, and went back to my sleeping bag. My poor dog was so happy to see me, but he looked very scared. My arm's definitely bleeding again, I feel the warmth of blood trickling. My knee hurts, my nose hurts, and I hit my head pretty hard I think. I'm so cold again, and tired.
Suns coming up though and I'm still here despite it all. I don't think I should drive for some time, even though urgent care opens very soon. I'm still shakey and not right, I don't want to put others at risk. It took so much to just write this as I lay here. I'm going to try to sleep for a little again, hopefully I wake up feeling better because I need to go get stitches. It's so bothersome to be bleeding like this . I just want to curl up in my bed and put on fresh comfy clothes. I reek of blood and Im uncomfortable. I crave comfort, especially after all the horror my body just endured. I won't be able to shake the memory of me violently spasming like that for awhile.
