I tried to OD myself two different times. Once right after my grandmother died, using her sleeping pills she had from a truck stop. Towards the end of her life, she was suffering a lot and needed them to manage to sleep. I was sixteen, and after her death, I couldn't really cope with it, I had dealt with depression for as long as I can remember before that as well. I took the entire box, one of them normally knocks someone out for around 9 hours, and there's 24 in a box. Needless to say, I ended up passing out, and waking up 4 hours later feeling refreshed. Truly one of the worse feelings I'd had up to that point, was not even being able to pull that off. The second time, when I was 18, I tried the same thing again, this time with a box and a half. They weren't quite as strong as the last ones, a generic brand, but I was getting over a bad bout with the flu, so I didn't figure my system could handle it. Next thing I know I wake up in a hospital, and a couple hours later the doctor releases me. The kicker of that experience was that his last words to me were, "Next time I'd suggest trying something stronger." To this day, those words still stay with me, it's almost like the man who's job is to save peoples lives, didn't really see any value in mine either. Anyways that's my story. I thought I'd share those two experiences with you. Get them off my chest, because no one knows about them really. And they've been eating away at my soul for the last few years, just needed to say something.