What can YOU say in six sentences?
Let me take you back to a time last April.
It was cold that day. I felt jealous and emotional and distressed and exhausted and hormonal and I walked into the spare room in the house where their son had been sleeping for the week (as he was visiting), looked in the mirror, lifted up my shirt, sucked in my gut and thought "you fucking fat whore."
I looked down then, and I saw those panadol sticking out of the pocket of his bag. Grabbed 15, went into the bathroom, locked the door behind me and took them one by one, staring into the mirror the whole time thinking "fuck, who am I?"
I was rushed to the hospital (sobbing, of course) with my favourite quilt over me - straight through emergency; my resting heart rate was 144 and I had to confess that I'd taken 6 appetite suppressants too.
I didn't die that day, nor the second time ... or the third time, and I hope I live until a ripe old age and never OD in my whole life ever, ever again.