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Dried_Ink
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- Aug 1, 2022
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In August of last year I planned to ctb with SN after 4 or so unsuccessful attempts with a lethal fentanyl OD and "practicing" hanging with a belt to the point of standing on the chair with the belt around my neck and not being able to overcome SI enough to kick the chair…I ordered the SN from a reputable jungle website. I had my eye on the delivery tracker on a Friday but it wasn't due to be delivered on Monday of the following week so I took a drive to clear my head. Knowing that I would be dead in a mater of days gave me a strange sense of calm. Note was written and all that.
My phone buzzed to a text message from my mom with a picture of my mom's hand holding the bag of SN. My heart dropped down my throat and into my chest. She thought it was a bag of "nitrates" that I purchased to get high, so I went with that story and got admitted to my second rehab, rather than what would have been my 7th admission to a psychiatric institution (after actually intentionally ODing on fentanyl about a week later and waking up to my parents, EMT's and cops standing over me).
I did a month and a half long stay at the detox/rehab, got back on my bipolar meds, and have been sober ever since with no relapse of suicidal ideations. I figure there's some force out there that really wants me on this planet for some time longer.
Idk what the point of this post is… You've probably heard it a million times and I want to echo it because I've been at the bottom. I just want anyone out there that's struggling to know even when you're at the end of your rope, there's hope.
My phone buzzed to a text message from my mom with a picture of my mom's hand holding the bag of SN. My heart dropped down my throat and into my chest. She thought it was a bag of "nitrates" that I purchased to get high, so I went with that story and got admitted to my second rehab, rather than what would have been my 7th admission to a psychiatric institution (after actually intentionally ODing on fentanyl about a week later and waking up to my parents, EMT's and cops standing over me).
I did a month and a half long stay at the detox/rehab, got back on my bipolar meds, and have been sober ever since with no relapse of suicidal ideations. I figure there's some force out there that really wants me on this planet for some time longer.
Idk what the point of this post is… You've probably heard it a million times and I want to echo it because I've been at the bottom. I just want anyone out there that's struggling to know even when you're at the end of your rope, there's hope.