Took an overdose of sleeping pills, spent a night in hospital before being transferred two hours down the road to a Psychiatric Hospital. As the bells rang twelve i was being hugged and kissed by nurses and all sorts of people with horrid problems.

I was fortunate to be allowed home on promising i would not do something so silly again, get a job and somewhere to live and learn to love myself.

I am going to try my very hardest, that place, or any place like it is not somewhere i want to be again, and i feel for the people who gave me so much support whilst dealing with their own misfortunes, and giving me guidance. I feel sorry that they can not be let out again into the world as i have been, anytime soon.

I see clearly, that this is all i have, and if i want more i have to put my dreams into perspective and strive to get at it. I understand i will feel so terrible again, maybe even worse, but i think i have the strength to use whatever situation and experience for what it is and not let life drag me to suicide ever again.