In saturday the 9'th april, I had some real plans to take my life. In friday evening, I almost were there. But a very good person on the Swedish biggest forum Flashback got me on other thoughts.. But then, saturday morning, I had some serously thougt about suicide. It seens that my landlord would kick me out.
I counted my pills, cycled to the pharmacy and took out all my medicines. And I bought 70 cl Vodka. I haven't really clear memories from saturday marning... Probably because I had eat 10 sleeping pills and drank about 30 cl Vodka.
But then had I tought to take over 500 mg of haloperidol, 240 mg clonazepam, 10 000 mg venlafaxine and much, much more.
But I called my dad, my mom and my sister, to say goodbye. I think my dad called an ambulance, because they came here. When they came I was pretty cool, so they drove away again. Then my dad came, and my sister and her boyfriend. They had also called a doctor from FALCK who came home to me. He wrote me in at a psychiatric department in Helsingborg.
So in 5 days I have been there, and I'm feeling much, much better now. But I'm feeling me so stupid...
It was really good in the department. Not particularly funny, exept some maniacs to smile at. But I felt very good there. The food was good, but I talked very little with the other patients.
No changing in my medications. The whole thing was classified as; Acute stress-reaction.