I am freaking out what do I do?
Someone I work with put on Facebook a big sign saying 'What I Didn't Tell (my name) On Dec 21'
Then he wrote his goodbye note
I didn't tell ———- that the night before I spoke with her, I considered suicide for the first time in my life. I made a plan: 20 mg. of Ativan (a strong Benzodiazepine) and 200 mg. of Benadryl. Combining those two drugs would make me extremely relaxed and sleepy; as if in a hypnotic state. I would cut my wrists and more than likely fall into a deep sleep before, well, before I could be afraid. See, that's the thing. I've always been too afraid . . . of the pain, of changing my mind when it was too late, of the hurt it would cause others. But that night, I wasn't afraid. All I wanted was for the pain and hurt that I felt inside to end . . . permanently. Earlier that day, nearly 40 people, many of whom were longtime fans of my music and others who were "big names" in the Trance community unfriended me because of my political posts. They said horrible and hateful things about my career and music. That hasn't ever happened. I felt completely gone, empty, lost, scared. I felt as if everything I've worked so hard for and invested so much of my emotions was gone. I needed to be gone. My two new kittens, October the 31st and November both jumped up on my bed, they sat there looking at me and I knew that they understood. It was if they were saying to me, Daddy, we love you, you saved us and we will be with you until the day we die. We won't ever leave you, you belong to us. All I could do was cry, more like wail for hours into the morning. I started taking Zoloft, an antidepressant the next day. I do feel better, though the thought still comes. I'm so tired of fighting, of the hate, the anger, the world. I'm sorry for not telling you, but I couldn't . . .