Posts Tagged ‘Suicide’
I had finally had enough.
I went on the Internet to find some suicide advice and there it was. My migraine medication at twenty pills was considered a lethal dose and I was off to the pharmacy to refill my last 75 pills…or so I thought.
My mind was clear and my heart was sure. I had really tried to make the best out of what I was given in life, but some of us are just born bad and I felt that God’s cruel joke should finally come to an end. I picked up a 6 pack of Budweiser’s to swallow my pills since my refrigerator only contained 4-5 ketchup packets from McDonald’s that were there long before I moved in.
The pills were hard to get down in such abundance, so at 65 and two Buds, I felt I could stop without consequence and for a moment after they were consumed I had the urge to force myself to vomit, but the thought quickly passed and I laid down on the couch and said goodbye to my precious kitties. The ex came by every Friday to play with them which is why I picked Thursday. I wanted to make sure the pills had enough time to work their magic and ensure that the cats were well taken care of. He always did say that he could provide a better home and now he would have the chance.
I thought that I would feel sad but my heart was content. I was sick and tired of being sick and tired and I was finally doing something about it. My attempts in the past were weak and futile, this one was for real and there was no possible way I could survive. I waited for my sedatives to kick in and within 20 minutes I was unconscious. I remember being suprised at how quickly I was getting tired and then….darkness.
I was proud.
I woke up a few days later, bruised and battered and completely disappointed. How could this have happened? My entire life had been full of failures and this was the one thing that I was sure I would get right.
How could this be?
It was a Thursday and my isolated lifestyle had ensured that there would be no suprise visitors.
The next guest arrival would not be until Friday.
Did my visitor come early?
DId I take the wrong pills?
Did I really take 65?
What was going on and why was I here in the hospital with bruises on my body and a 24 hour nurse by my bedside?
And then the doctor came.
He explained to me how there was no rhyme or reason for me to be alive. He told me that I should be dead and then he looked at me with pity and asked me how such a beautiful young woman with everything going for her would want to do this to herself. I wanted to spit at him. Who was he to judge me? He knew nothing about my life and I have spent half of it pretending that I am someone I’m am not and this man was going to seriously try to convince me that I was lucky to be alive.
I have heard this for years. Everytime I hit a new low in life, someone comes out with some idiotic point of view that that always starts off the same. “How could someone so beautiful”
Since when does someone’s appearance determine their happiness and if I were the ugliest human being on the planet would it then be ok to be so screwed up and commit suicide? As I wondered how this man was able to think that his advice was something I seriously cared for he said something that took me by suprise.
The doctor explained to me that during my period of unconsciousness I was calling out for my brother.
And chills went up and down my body.
I remember looking for Billy in what seemed like a hospital but with no other people or objects. I remember wandering through the never ending hallway calling for him and asking him to take me to heaven but I couldn’t find him. I just kept walking and walking with nothing in sight. I was confused. Why wouldn’t Billy come and get me? I felt betrayed. I wondered why he did not want to protect his little sister and take her to a better place.
And then it occured to me.
Billy would not let me die.