***Submitted by Anonymous
About three months ago I was laying in bed in the evening and having some wine. I had cooked dinner and cleaned the house. The kids were doing their thing, my husband was downstairs watching TV. I don't usually drink in bed, but that night I did.
I was feeling hopeless and ashamed. There was nothing I felt like doing. I just felt like my life was a joke, and to get back to where it was (perfect), was impossible.
I remembered I had forgotten to take my anti-anxiety pill (prescribed to me). I got up, went to the bathroom, opened the pill bottle - and right then without even thinking for a second, I decided to take them all. 100 pills.
I laid back down on my bed and thought about my life. I started to get sleepy. I texted my husband, saying how much I love him.
The next thing I knew, I woke up in the hospital. 2 days later, in an ICU, with a breathing tube in my throat. I couldn't understand where I was, what had happened. I couldn't talk because of the breathing tube. It was dark. My hands were tied to the bed. I felt my mouth with my tongue and it felt as though I had no teeth. I was terrified.
The next morning my husband came and explained what had happened. He was crying. I felt awful. Never again, I decided. I wanted to live. I love my husband and my kids, I wanted to live life to the fullest.
I got out of the hospital a few days later with instructions to go to mental health clinic.
I was put on antidepressants, a new anti-anxiety medication and sleeping pills. And a suggestion to attend AA meetings.