2 weeks ago today, I reached the edge of the cliff mentally and somehow, this time around, took that extra step.
There have been 3 notable times in my mental health struggle that have reached the point of breaking but until this time I've always somehow, got past whatever it was and moved on.
This time however I'd already counted out number 60 tablet before really knowing what I was doing. Then after 30 second / minute blank gaze at the wall, I carried on.
In total I took a mixture of 4 types of tablets and 110 tablets before the thought of swallowing anymore made me feel sick.
A few hours later, for some reason headed into town (all abit of a haze) and ended up collapsing. Ambulance crew put it down to my angina and took me home.
Took nearly a week until felt 'normal' again, not fainting / being sick etc.
Now.. Well since I took that first tablet, I feel as though I've fallen off the cliff, landed on the ground, unable and unwilling to attempt anything.
What's the blankness? There's no twisted / knotted feeling in my stomach anymore? No guilt at what could have happened if the overdose had worked?
I have no desire to fight back, yet oddly have no desire to reach for the rest of the tablets