About a year ago I overdosed <Mod Edit:shades-methods> that the doctor thought would help my back better than an actual pain reliever. :| Anyway, I had seizures, about five of them, had to stay in the hospital, and nearly died. Everyone thinks it's an accident. I've even made myself believe it was. But I know it wasn't. My back was killing me and I kept taking them and taking them, because I just wanted everything to stop hurting. I tell them this, but it's in relation to my back pain, not anything else. I knew that I could die, and it just encouraged me. I'm glad I didn't die. I was so thankful I didn't, even though I'd wanted to when I took them. It was definitely a wake-up call; I'd nearly bitten my tongue in half, had busted veins in my face for weeks, and had headaches for even longer afterwards. But absolutely no one knows that it wasn't just stupid carelessness, and it's a terrible secret, almost a burden. I tried to kill myself.