one fine April day.

[Scarlett Rose]

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.

[Angela]

Bold disclosure.  It was direct and evoked some emotion without dragging me through a lot of sentimental hand-wringing type drama.  From a writing standpoint, I think you used the best approach for the content.

I hope things continue working for you.

[Teresa]

Beautifully honest.  I believe many more people consider suicide than will admit to it, and that what they really want is to leave their lives, not life itself.  I know of a man who thought about it, then decided that changing his name was a better idea, killing the life and its past but not the man.  That was more than twenty years ago.  He's famous now, not for the name change but because it set him free.  Emma Forrest knows the feeling too and wrote Your Voice In My Head to share her experiences.  She's a good example, and I wish I could thank her in person for helping me make sense of my mother.  My mother succeeded at suicide after many years of attempts, rehab and hospital stays, AA and versions of a God she gave far too much responsibility and credit.  If she were here she'd probably take a long hard drag on her cigarette and say, "That was the dumbest thing I ever did, and I did a lot of dumb things."  But it wasn't that.  She just wanted a restart option.  She picked the wrong one. 

[Judy Thompson]

I hope she never ods again too, Scarlett Rose.  all too  easy to misjudge the distance between just enough and a little too much.  Powerful stuff, here.

[Gita]

Is it bad to want this story to go on and on and on? This woman you describe is very interesting.  Overdosing and anorexia make excellent material for writing. Well done!