Last monday I took a massive overdose as I couldnt take living with fibro anymore. Im a single parent and have never seriously tried to kill myself before because of him. The doctors believe (as I do) that I had a reaction to the antibiotics Im on for peunmonia that I totally lost all reason and soundness of judgment. Having suffered with depression nearly all my life I am generally good at asking for help when things are bad.. Luckily I texted a friend in blackout to ask her to not let my son find my body and she got the police to smash the door in. Charing X hospital treated me appalling, discharging me at 2.30am with no money, phone or shoes. Nobody understands the prison of fibro except for another sufferer. Ive decided to go inpatient treatment in USA and use up my life savings because one of my last thoughts before I fell unconscious was thank god I will be released from the hell of this disease. I truely believed in that moment my son would be better off without me. I have had fibro for over 20 years only diagnosed 2 years ago after repeatedly told its all in my head. Im so grateful there are sites like this where people understand. Thank you everyone who is posting I relate to it all. H.