I took 30 zoloft, 60 ambien, 90 klonopin and a handful of tylenol for good measure. I intended to chase it with a glass of anti freeze but i laid down with a stomach ache (if you can imagine that) and don't remember anything until I woke up in the hospital. 2 hours later I texted my mother, telling her what she had done, who called my sister who found me with an empty glass.
The hospital determined that I didn't drink the anti freeze because I wasn't dead. I don't think I'll ever know if thats true. I'll also never know what happened in that 2 hours that convinced me to tell someone and ask for help.
But I am pretty sure that it has something to do with my family and friends that have been praying for me since before I was ever even conceived. I am STILL living proof that prayer works, God is real and he has a plan. It may not be nice, it may not be pretty, it might suck 100% of the time you spend on planet earth, but EVERYTHING happens for a reason.