I was 20 when I had my first suicide attempt. It first started out with drinking that night. I drank to a point where you're feeling invincible or just letting out everything emotionally. So I went on a rage in my house and started to destroy things inside of it. That's when my mother called crisis people (whatever the hell they are), but the police had to be there because I was dangerous. I would never harm someone else in a suicide attempt. Once I heard that she had the crisis coming, I went and sat outside where the neighbors could easily hear me. Before sitting down, I took the rest of my xanax prescription (25mg).There was a glass table next to me, I broke that with my hand and started to slam my feet all over the glass. Then I banged my head and hands onto the concrete. After those moments, I was bleeding pretty much everywhere and decided to jump into the pool to try and make the pain back off. In 10 minutes I became really drowsy, and the pool calmed me down somewhat before the xanax took over. Then I heard a voice behind me, asking me if I could come out of the pool. The police. I was shocked and as I turned around and started to walk toward them they told me to stop where I was. They had their hands near their guns obviously...or stun gun idk. Anyways I didn't listen to them and kept walking toward them so they began walking backwards and I just simply told them I am not going to harm anyone. Crisis needed to be aware that they weren't going to be in any danger, that's why the police were there. I have a very high tolerance to xanax, so when they asked if I had taken anything else, I didn't say I did, wanting to die and all. Fortunately, I guess, the police and crisis had kept me awake enough by talking with me for well over an hour which threw any idea of dying in my sleep out of the window. The police overall are cooperative imo with these situations. They're just doing their job.
