So it was stupid, but I mine as well come say it because it seems to help people around here.
Four days ago I tried to kill myself, not because of some bullying thing, I take online school and really noone hates me anymore. I hadn't been taking my medicine because it made me feel weird, and instead of doing the smart thing and telling my doctor I just went weeks without doing or taking anything. My depresso got worse and I wasn't eating. I'm not normally like this, but I have Severe Depresion and not proven yet but I'm pretty sure something else isn't right up there. Well my mom found out where I was hiding the pills and we got into a fight and I got mad and left the house. After I went to a friends house and vented, she didn't say anything and also got mad at me so i left there and came back home around 10pm or so, I had one of those moments where you just kind of stand there and look at yourself and in a numb state of mind I took the bottle of pills and dumped them all in my mouth it was a month supply so it was quite alot of prozac. After choking them down I started to pace around my bathroom and cry hating what i did but I didn't try to puke it up. I ended up filling up the tub with scalding hot water and soaking in it, the meds made me overly drowsy and I fell asleep and slid under the water. My mom said she found me around midnight but my head was floating above water because of the flood drains we had in the tub. That bassically saved my life. After getting my stomach pumped and getting my stomach flushed I was in the hospital for three days, after begin transfered here, to our Teen rehab center because they thought I was an addict and it's just hard..so there's my story I mean it's no Amanda Todd but...it's my story that I own, and I don't care if it was my fault or not, I'm happy to be alive. I'm glad my mom found me and I thank God that those doctors helped me.