I nearly ODed a long time ago, over 20 yrs ago, the doctor who treated me and brought me back told me how close I came to having succeeded. I was mad at him for reviving me, he fired back at me that despite my intentions, his job was to save people, and that was that. I hated him for a while, then when I was thinking more clearly I stopped hating him and thanked him for saving me. It was as much my responsibility for being saved as I didn't lock my storm door, which enabled my mother to come into my place, find me, and call the ambulance. I realize now that my leaving the storm door unlocked was my way of saying, subconsciously, that I didin't really want to die, was just desperate for help, which I received. I was so full of self hatred at the time that I did it in my apt while my two yr old daughter was also there:sad: ... so glad I didn't succeed.:smile:
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