I'm on the edge again. Last night I thought I would take an overdose, but I called crises response unit instead. All I could do is cry. I hate how my life has turned out. All the stress of having two children that don't want to talk to me or even have me in their life. I figure that not being around and hurting anymore would be for the best. I hate calling cru because sometimes it sounds like they don't want to help. Or if they do they always want to send the cops to pick me up which means getting the maintance man up and getting access into the building then getting haul off in hand cuffs. What do I do because the hurt just hurts to much. I'm over whelmed and exhausted to care anymore. But I get up to do it all again, every day. I need help but I don't what the safe way should be.