When I was 15 I tried to hang myself - the tree branch broke
When I was 16 I ate 2 big bottles of pain killers - for whatever reason, I just got deathly ill, not dead
When I was 17 I paid a guy to get me a gun - he took my money and never delivered
When I was 19 I ate a bunch of pills and cut my wrists - woke up 3 days later, apparently I was to intoxicated to hit the vein
Am I better now? Nope. I'm BiPolar type 2. I'll never be better. The difference is now is that no matter how much I think about it, or how much I want it I know it's the illness and not really that life is hopeless... And I can rationalize things better instead of just believing my own feelings.
at 11:36 AM on Jun. 2, 2010