I am easing my way back into a routine, taking one day at a time. It's hard after what i did. It's been 17 days since that day, i never thought i would take that extra step but that day the wall that usually stops me cracked and i stepped through taking far too many tablets. If it wasn't for my sister and brother in law i wouldn't be here.
I didn't know what to expect once i was found, i was in a different space until he came into the bedroom giving me a shock to kick me back really. I cried for hours.
The paramedics gave me a charcoal drink, it was disgusting. It helps take the toxins out of your body, wasnt nice going in nor was it nice coming out.
17 days after
I have definitely took a step upwards, the dark thoughts are still there but now there is a lot more light in my thoughts. A lot more light in my life. I have good and bad day thankfully not as bad as i did. I am constantly watched and never left alone for to long as that's when my mind over thinks. My medication has been reduced to weekly prescriptions and they have to be kept away from me with a member of the family administering them.
Today has been a hard day with having problems with my Doctors. There was a massive mix up with the receptionist mixing me up with another patient putting them in for my appointment. Tonight i got a phone call from my Dr apologising and making sure i was OK. I am seeing him tomorrow to get my medication sorted. My depression tablets need upping or changing plus my menopause tablets are now out of stock so they need changing.
I have a few questions i need to ask so hopefully when i get home after the appointment my mind will be a lot clearer, hubby is coming with me as he has a few questions.
I keep telling myself tomorrow is a new day and it just might be my day.
Thank you @son-of-satire