Survived attempt
Counted 5 spaces before I typed this.
Last year, I was drunk and loved alcohol. Still do. Anyways, I was drunk one night and ate about 15 Benadryl. I started with about 6 because it put me to sleep and made stop feeling, but one night I just decided that I wanted more. So
I ate a handful of 5, then ate another 5, and then another 5. I honestly don’t remember exactly what happened but I know I ate at least 17 Benadryl. I was completely prepared to die. I wasn’t in my mind but I knew at the time, or at least thought, if I die tonight, that’s completely fine. I’m alive and have done it again since. I couldn’t even speak the day after due to how fried I was. When I woke up I was disappointed. I didn’t want to have to deal with the aftermath. I just wanted everything to end. I’m not like that now, but I still do think about ending it on my pull up bar or with the piece in my dad’s car. This is cringe but not a day goes by where I don’t think about doing it and I can’t stop the thoughts