Today is exactly three months since my last attempt. In that time, I've been in and out of the mental hospital, been on three different prescriptions before they found one that worked, gotten a tattoo over the scars on my wrist, and devoted my life to helping people who are not yet recovered. For the first time in my life, I feel normal. I owe a lot of my stability to those of you who have been there for me when I needed to talk. Since I lost all faith in psychologists, this site has been a more than adequate avenue of expression for me.