Tuesday will mark 3 weeks since I came home from the hospital and woke up from my 3 day occoma and my failed suicide attempt. I am still in a bad place and still wish it all could just be over. I feel bad for the people I hurt when I made my attempt but at the same time I wish I wouldnt have woken up. Life has just kinda been hell since then and I am on a downward spiral with no way back up. My suicide attempt consisted of a <edited methods>. 15 minutes after taking them and chugging the bottle I was being rushed to the Icu completly unconscious, my lungs had collapsed and I couldnt breathe on my own, I had to be ventelated and rely on lifesupport until I woke up. On top of that I had to be given a shot every 30 mins to an hour to make keep my heart beating. When I woke up , tube down my throat and tied to the bed suprisingly I knew exactly where I was and why I was their. It's been a tough 3 weeks, and hard to not make stupid decesions. I hope I can hang on long enough to pull myself out of this mess and be happy once again.