March was my first serious suicide attempt. I took a whole lot of pills, was in intensive care for a few days and a coma for a week. I thought I had given myself long enough to die before I would be found. My partner arrived home and with a neighbour they managed to keep me alive until the medics arrived and took me into hospital. At first, I thought nothing of it all. I was too messed up really to give it much consideration. But then the anger started to creep in. I am angry that I am still here. I am angry that two people did what they could to keep me here when it was obvious I didn't want that. Recently, I am finding it increasingly hard to forgive them for what they did. Why did they not just leave me be? Why should I be grateful for what they did? Is it just the depressed mind playing tricks with me, is it usual to feel this way? I have no experience of any mental health issues, so its somewhat confusing. I dislike myself for being angry and unforgiving, but the feelings are growing stronger by the day.