There is a lot of grief and loss in this thread and for that I am sorry, y'all. Even though I don't know you guys, I can relate I suppose because we all ended up here in this place.
Also, I want to hug react everyone but that smile on the emoji needs to go
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My last straw was a suicide attempt. I tried to go get some heroin to kill myself with in a shady part of town. Since I thought it would be my last outing, I brought all my important things with me. Birth certificate, macbook, passport, phone, etc, all in my backpack.
Whew this is hard to type but I'll just sum it up. I started talking and drinking with a crowd and they put some chemical on my nose that knocked me out. I woke up on the floor with someone trying to wrestle my backpack off of me. I remember hearing someone say "Don't fight, don't fight." They were successful and took my stuff. This is so hard to type. I got up and noticed I was bleeding in various places, and I peed myself the entire walk home, just peeing in the crosswalks on the street. This was in one of the two biggest cities in North America.
I never recovered from that. It's been two years.