I just got out of a mental hospital. Sent an email to my best friend. I edited some of the more personal stuff but wanted to post this to kinda personaly express the reality and pain of some drugs...mental health...and the extreams of going on a major breakdown......I thaught Itd be easier cutting and pasting some of the true letter to a friend I just wrote, than just tping it all over again in here....plus its more real....this is my community and I share all because I know most of your are good people....(wasnt 100% confident that it should go in this OD but oh well)......so whatever...heres the letter....
I just got back not to long ago from my hospital stay. Things really rollercoastered and hit a breaking point for me last friday, and it was terrible. Your my friend so I know I can be really open about it and tell you about it all. I hope this doesnt make u think any different of me, im still me....just a more fucked up time of my life......
Dear Nicki
Well it was a week into the "detox", I just call it my opiate withdrawl, but anyways. I was in the hospital doing everything they told me....had to take clonadine (sp?)...a blood pressure medication.. for my physical withdrawl symptoms like shaking, sweats etc....I can tolerate most of the physical stuff but its all the stuff in your head thats hits you the hardest. So, I was fed some decent amounts of Valium and ativan whenever I needed it which was nice, and helped my nerves but I still felt REAL depressed....I talked to nurses about it, I was feeling suicidal but brushed it off thinking ill get over it as the "detox" ended....but was still very scary and ...man, was worse...... why do I feel like Im blabbing and not just getting to the point. I can get into the little things when I chat with you sometime....I dont feel like typing a 2367k emal So anyways, I went on a passwith my Mom, went home and told her id see her in an hour.... got in the house and right away took every medication I had, it was ALOT, so I overdosed....I was also slitting my wrists at the same time and I just laid on the floor and I didnt care, feeling the medications making me cold and my heart pounding... I was crying and just wanted to die.....My Mom came in got me out with blood all over me unable to walk they said later...I dont remember much.... and t I went to the hospital emergency...I was totally shaking they said to me after and my blood bressure was real high...the slashing was only superficial, "only scratches"... I guess they pumped my stomach, gave me charcoal, 2 IV's.... So the next day I was sent to a psyc ward, stayed 3 nights and now they let me go....said I have to do it myself...tough love or something...theres nothing they can do just watching me sit around there. I explained to them "psyc-doctor" that I really didnt want to die, but had felt no other way to express how I felt and thaught that was the only way everyone would wake up and help me somehow or something..."cry for help" comes to mind.....*sigh*.... So here I am, back home...bathroom I just about dies in right over there with the light on, drops of blood....the odd pill on the floor from the whole ordeal still lingering in the air...my depression still very volatile but I feel good now, happy to be hom,e and all that...to hear from you and your "problems"..heh...And heppy to be able to contact you and let you know it all....not keeping u in the dark since your si far away....
Well thats it. Im greatful to see the new self help forum that you have set up guys, it might just do the trick for alot of people here.....
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When it comes
I'll know, I know
Just take my clothes and leave
And I'll be gone
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