Hit a low point and nearly (very nearly) killed myself. I was drunk, out of it, wondering the streets, couldn't remember my own phone number, couldn't even call my mother for help, I was that bad. I remember the ebb and the point where I said "go on - do it" and I walked into a shop, it was like something said "no, find a way home, and get back onto SF and get help". You know what, remembering the friends I have on here stopped me and made me realise how much I'd be letting all of you down if I went through with it. I made it home and my Mum was so disappointed in me when she realised what had happened. I don't think she quite knows how bad it got last night but I'm going to let her know once I've pieced myself back together.