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Today my little brother tried to commit suicide. He took 50+ pills from the medicine cabnit.
He told me he took three for a stomach ache.
Then he proceded to write his suicide note while sitting across the table from me outside while I smoked cigarettes and tried to start a conversation with him off and on.
It wasn't until he start convulsing and "fell asleep" on my friends lap on the couch an hour later that I realized something was wrong.
I took him to the hospital immediately.
He passed out again in the car on the way there.
Thankfully we got him there just intime before it hit his liver.
I read his suicide note.
I don't think I've ever felt this angry/sad/awful/weak in my life.
He's 20. He didn't feel like he could live his life without his girlfriend. (Ex).
I wish I could have stopped him. He sat there trying to tell me. But I didn't see it. None of us did.
I'm just happy he made it out alive. And agreed to get help.
How awful it must be to feel that alone.
He told me he took three for a stomach ache.
Then he proceded to write his suicide note while sitting across the table from me outside while I smoked cigarettes and tried to start a conversation with him off and on.
It wasn't until he start convulsing and "fell asleep" on my friends lap on the couch an hour later that I realized something was wrong.
I took him to the hospital immediately.
He passed out again in the car on the way there.
Thankfully we got him there just intime before it hit his liver.
I read his suicide note.
I don't think I've ever felt this angry/sad/awful/weak in my life.
He's 20. He didn't feel like he could live his life without his girlfriend. (Ex).
I wish I could have stopped him. He sat there trying to tell me. But I didn't see it. None of us did.
I'm just happy he made it out alive. And agreed to get help.
How awful it must be to feel that alone.