After I did what I did to end it I woke up and my arms and legs were like concrete, they would not move, I could not move them, I could not move at all yet this little thought in my head said that I had to call 911. That is the last thing I remember and then I woke up in the hospital. I was glad to be alive. I had been drunk when I made the suicide attempt and the alcohol had depressed me real bad. Then I spent some time in the psyche ward. I have not felt that way since and it's been 6 years.