#WritcoStoryPrompt115
I love to tell you the story when i decided to die. it was spring 2000. It was after the big celebration and anticipation of the millenium crisis. i wasn't invited for the new years. I was pariah in every sence of the word since i recently was released from a psychiatric stint, incarcinated. My sister wasnt gonna invite some crazy chick to her party. Probably the sanest one at the time but i got only myself to testify for that. i wasn't invited. i sat home while my sister celebrated 2000 but i felt nothing at the time. i didn't care. I just wanted to die. i swallowed a big cocktail of pills and started to undress, poured up water in the bath tube and was ready to go in,
as i tried to get inside the bath tube my mother sensed something urgent, she went home early and found myself incoherent, in the bath tub. trying to drown myself with a lot of different drugs in my system. especially 70 pills of zopiclone, 30 pills of sobril. i was commited to emergancy care, in critical condition.
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