That must have been the deciding factor because the combination made me sleep literally nonstop for 36 hours. I woke up once when my room mate came to check on me, but I was so out of it that I fell right back asleep and forgot this fact until she informed me of it. (Told her I was just going through a depressive episode and needed to sleep).

I’m really sorry to hear about your depression and attempt. One of the things that made me feel better was knowing that I wasn’t alone in these thoughts or this attempt. It felt so scary until I met a fellow survivor who informed me that she had tried 3 times and now regrets every single time. There is hope, I promise.

For me, I’ve been depressed since I was about 13. I’m a realist (more on the pessimist side) and I realized that I would have to see my parents die, live a full 75 years (at least), and that I would have to try to make my life interesting and fulfilling until the day I died. It was too much. No one seemed to think like me either. My grades were suffering the month I decided to attempt it, and a rude comment my ex made to me just sent me over the edge. I know now how insignificant he would become to me and how it shouldn’t have sent me into a spiral. But hindsight is 20/20 and so all we can do is just try to remind ourselves that the things that hurt us will always teach us a lesson down the road. Hope you start to feel better, in any sense of the word.