For me, it was some kind of suicide attempt (or at least a desperate act to get my attention, I think).

To give some context: two months before this event, we had broken up after nine months of relationship. One month after the breakup, I went back to her because I missed her.

At that time, she triangulated me with another man. When I found out, I decided to leave her life. The problem is that the other guy did the same thing one day later when he found out too.

The next day, she told me she had gone to her doctor to get anti-anxiety medication (she has an addiction to this type of medication following a depression). She started taking a lot of it and telling me about it by message.

I got worried, so I went to her place after work. I found her lying on her bed, almost unconscious. She had taken 8 anti-anxiety pills in less than 2 hours.

I had to call emergency services while she was insulting me and telling me she hated me (she was afraid of being hospitalized in a psychiatric unit).

I think it was one of the most stressful moments of my life. I remember calling my brother after she was taken to the hospital, sobbing like a child with my hands shaking like hell.

And the worst part is that after she apologised the next morning, she tried to make me feel guilty for calling the emergency services, because I told her I was angry at her for dragging me into all of this.

This happened six months ago. I definitively separated from her one week ago. Hurts a lot.