iced.fscat
Meow Meow Meow
- Nov 10, 2025
- 7
does anyone else grieve the fact that they could've killed themselves much earlier but still survived?
well, when I was 12 - I was at the lowest point of my life and my life kept going downhill, it felt like i was in the pit of pure darkness where suicide was my last resort after all sorts cry for help it was meaningless , so I attempted at 12 by ODing on paracetamol
it was a little impulsive, but I was thinking about doing it for so long for years and I was so ready and accepted the fact I was gonna die
I remember all of this so visually, every bit
i took a lot, and it could've worked. I never intended to tell anyone but when I got to school i kept throwing up, so i had to tell the staffs, then the next thing i was forced in my principal's car to go to the hospital and I remember how much it hurt
but anyways I went to the hospital and got admitted then the doctors said my liver was on its last chance of recovering or i'll have permanent liver failure which to everyone's surprised i recovered miraculously after a few days of intense treatment and had no to little consequences and left the hospital after a few weeks
Anyways I've never really got over that. Had I not went to school or told anybody, I would've held out much longer I would've not survived that and I just can't get over it, I have so much regrets, in a way which I wish it worked because from there I was forced to keep living and yes, things did get better and my life is so much better but Holly fuck, I wish I just died right there and I wouldn't have to deal with so much bullshit nowadays
well, when I was 12 - I was at the lowest point of my life and my life kept going downhill, it felt like i was in the pit of pure darkness where suicide was my last resort after all sorts cry for help it was meaningless , so I attempted at 12 by ODing on paracetamol
it was a little impulsive, but I was thinking about doing it for so long for years and I was so ready and accepted the fact I was gonna die
I remember all of this so visually, every bit
i took a lot, and it could've worked. I never intended to tell anyone but when I got to school i kept throwing up, so i had to tell the staffs, then the next thing i was forced in my principal's car to go to the hospital and I remember how much it hurt
but anyways I went to the hospital and got admitted then the doctors said my liver was on its last chance of recovering or i'll have permanent liver failure which to everyone's surprised i recovered miraculously after a few days of intense treatment and had no to little consequences and left the hospital after a few weeks
Anyways I've never really got over that. Had I not went to school or told anybody, I would've held out much longer I would've not survived that and I just can't get over it, I have so much regrets, in a way which I wish it worked because from there I was forced to keep living and yes, things did get better and my life is so much better but Holly fuck, I wish I just died right there and I wouldn't have to deal with so much bullshit nowadays