I still get ashamed and angry thinking of this. My boyfriend and I lived in a studio at the time. I had been extremely depressed, on meds which were making me crazy, and also SI. I couldn't handle a party he was throwing (cooking) and I went downstairs to the storage unit. But he wouldn't just leave me there. So I left with my bag without telling him where I was going angrily. I wouldn't answer his calls and wanted to be left alone. I had my computer and was posting on PC and just trying to chill.


Problem was, one of the friends there had just tried to commit suicded not long ago and when she found out my boyfriend was worried she convinced him to call the cops.

He called them, and they had everyone search for me. I was in a public school related building, found by a friend and I had to talk to the police almost within hearing of everyone else. they were calm and ok, and did nothing but it was so embarrasing. And then I was forced to pretend everything was ok afterwards.

I've never been able to face that group of friends again to this day.