How am I still alive? I don't want this anymore. I'm sticking to what I said and I'm trying to kill myself every weekend, till I succeed. Yesterday I drank bleach. As soon as I did I threw it up. I am never ever doing that again. I never thought I'd find anything worse then Paracetamol, but bleach is so much worse. It tastes so nasty and I can't get the smell of it out of my clothes or my flat, I smell it everywhere.
I called an ambulance and went to A&E. I spent two and a half hours throwing up what ever was left in my stomach. They were very busy and no one came to see me so I left without being checked over by a doctor or seeing the crisis team. I don't think I did any real damage to my body, my throat still hurts but I'm alive. I wasn't gonna wait around all night to see the crisis team again because they do nothing. Last week they referred me to a team who was meant to call me and arrange an assessment, but that never happened.
I'm not even a person anymore, I'm a walking talking illness waiting for death.
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My Journey To Normality (Part 2)
Short Story?This is a story based on true events about someone who is on their journey to recovery from mental illness. Their questioning of gender and sexuality. Going through relationships and break ups. Just an all about coming of age story of a person that...
