writing suicide notes

This past Saturday, before I went to the psych ER, I didn't write any notes. I just That's a lot more scary than writing a note, I think.

@Moose72:

You're right, being on the edge of

Possible trigger:

suicide

WITH intent is scary. So glad you went to the hospital and are safe now. I speak for all of the forum in saying you are a valued member and we would all be crushed to lose you. Think about us if you are ever on-the-brink again. Of course you have your precious children to think of too.

Lots of people are rooting for you, Moose72. I am glad that IP went well in that it got you out of danger and your depression has passed. You definitely dodged a bullet and we are all glad you did!!!

Hugs,

Jane.

I thought of you all while in the hospital! There was no computer with internet for us to use like there is at some hospitals and of course I wasn't allowed to have my phone. I left the one message at the ER before I was taken back to my room that I was being admitted - I wanted you to know where I was since I knew I was likely going to "disappear" for a week or so. And today is the week-a-versary of going to the ER. I'm listening to a favorite CD of mine as I type and just got a shower and redressed so I am feeling good. I did get ONE shower at the hospital, but I mostly stayed in the paper hospital scrubs with the sticky socks the whole time. I am glad to know that I am loved here!! I was sitting here feeling kind of bored actually until I read your message. I have three hours before I have to get N3. While I was away, my mom took care of my apartment and my plants. She even saved a container of succulents that had gone "bad" outside in the weather. It's inside now and looking perked-up. I'm sitting here on my laptop next to the flowers that one of my friends sent me while I was in the hospital but that I wasn't allowed to have because they have a glass vase. I just added more water to them this afternoon. I am a little bored today, though. I wish Caleb was around, but he's probably out partying on his motorcycle after having his catheter out and being able to wear jeans again instead of pajama bottoms! (He was in the hospital six weeks ago and its been a little while to get him back to his life/work.) Thanks for loving me! I love all of you, too!