Last year, I had 2 OD attempts. Couldn’t do a third because my mom found out and hid my pills, but this ain’t this post’s focus.
Waking up after a failed suicide attempt has a… eerie feeling. I can’t really describe it, but you feel weird after it.
Just wanted to share a thought.
Does that stick with you? Does it change the way things look? Or just a “Well damn…” scenario and things go right back to how they were?
Just one day thinking “Damn”, and following the next ones as if nothing happened.