I left my house Friday night on the intent of killing myself, Drove off with about 90 Ativan and was going to take all of them. Did I? No. I’m just a scary cat these days. I wont go to a party if it’s too late. I wont go to a bar if I think I might have one beer and I even wont go to a restaurant if they have no parking lot. So what happened when I got to the middle of nowhere to take those pills… I took 4 a whole 2 mg. Not a lethal dose at all. I did end up taking much more but pretty much something that would equal a prescribed dose.
I sat and thought about my attempt when I was 12 I think I remember it being on my moms birthday. how nice this would have been on my brother’s birthday. I do believe people who want to kill themselves have a right to it without people thinking their selfish but on someone else’s birthday is never a good idea. My brother sent me texts the whole time wanting me to come home. I just wanted to talk to my mom. Sure my brother makes me really want to kill myself from time to time but my mother makes me want to kill and kill myself. I should probably be banned from seeing my mom but yet with the little friends I have I’m stuck with her. she makes me feel like such an awful person and yet she has not said one thing about the Friday incident. She was the reason I went out.
So far I’d say Latuda might not be working
solitareredhead 