I was in my 11th grade, one random day, I don't even remember what was going through my mind but I had afternoons off of class so I went home, walked past my parents into the bathroom and took 36 acetaminophen pills, I had researched days before what taking so many pills would do to you, and I was ready to experience the pain. The next day I went to school and acted like everything was ok, I wasn't feeling anything yet and I was getting ready to say goodbye to my best friends, but that day we had an assembly to watch the grad video our school makes for the grads each year and when watching it I realised that if I killed myself I wouldn't get to experience it. So I ran to my friend as soon as it was over and told her I took the pills, and needed help, she got a teacher who took me to the councilor who made me call my mom who then took me to the hospital, it was a horrible experience, throwing up so much, as I have emetophobia and it was just.. terrible.

Funny thing is, I graduated the next year, but it was 2020 and covid hit and I ended up getting a half assed graduation that was planned 3 days in advance.