Around this time two years ago I semi-attempted suicide. Long story short my family was falling apart and I was done. I was pretty drunk before a certain incident happened that night. I went upstairs and after years and years of fighting suicidal thoughts I finally thought this would be it. xxxxx I woke up and puked my guts out for 12 hours straight, if I stood up or even put my head up I puked. I probably puked up some of my organs. I'm positive caused the crazy hallucinations (My mind actually believed spiders were setting up webs all over my room). They crawled all over my body and were under my bed. I could hear voices and thought my parents were outside my bedroom door planning to get rid of me. My vision was blurry and couldn't see anything clear no matter how close I looked at things. The worst were the tremors. My hands were moving without me even moving them at all. That became a little scary. I slept on and off for almost 2 days. No one ever found out of course. Me staying in my room for days on end is extremely common. All that proved to me is that I was close to the dosage that could have potentially killed me but not close enough. And that in a future endeavour I plan on using a more lethal means.