Funny what you find when looking for an answer. I tried to kill myself with <methods>. Almost a month ago. I had it all planned out. Was going to be nice and neat and not really put anyone in dire straights trying to deal with the clean up.
I had over a hundred or so pills. Honestly I don't know the exact number just how many filled a sandwich bag. There are still about 20 left. The night I took them I had made my piece and was ready. I got real numb then passed out. Had the oddest most vivid dream of myself fighting another me. Woke the next morning sicker than a dog and pretty dizzy. But I was alive.
Apparently my body rejected the drugs. Expunged everything. That was an ordeal. Still trying to research why so many pills did not kill me. And what will. This is the only place I've ever mentioned it. My friends and family know nothing of it. I've never done drugs prior to that night.
I had a physical/drug test a week ago for a new job. I passed both.
I had over a hundred or so pills. Honestly I don't know the exact number just how many filled a sandwich bag. There are still about 20 left. The night I took them I had made my piece and was ready. I got real numb then passed out. Had the oddest most vivid dream of myself fighting another me. Woke the next morning sicker than a dog and pretty dizzy. But I was alive.
Apparently my body rejected the drugs. Expunged everything. That was an ordeal. Still trying to research why so many pills did not kill me. And what will. This is the only place I've ever mentioned it. My friends and family know nothing of it. I've never done drugs prior to that night.
I had a physical/drug test a week ago for a new job. I passed both.
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