I am a 43yr old female, basically the opposite of you. I wasn't depressed, I have a lot of people who love me. But, I just wanted "out". I drove to my grandparents grave, had the pills, had the notes.. everything. I called my friends to say goodbye.

Obviously I didn't go through with it. Something he said, and I can't even remember what it was, made me tell him where I was. Police were calling me, crisis center was calling me, they are trained in this, but something that a friend from online said apparently worked.

I committed myself to psych ward. I was in for 14 days. I hated myself, these idiots no nothing about me. I thought my life was ruined, everyone I knew was aware I did this. What chance did i have living a " normal" life after this?? I'm not going to lie, it's embarrassing...

BUT IT GOES AWAY! Things change, people change, people forget. You get a new starting point. I got a new starting point.

When you first leave the center everyone is walking on eggshells, they feel awkward. Hell, it is awkward. But you get to remake you! People either understand or they accept it or they feel like they can't discuss it with you. Basically whatever you decide on how you are going to live your life people seem to accept it.

It's not over, there is no stigma to a psych stay. Media plays it like it is, people talk about our as if there is. Hell people even joke about it, but nearly everyone knows someone that has gone through it.

Just hold on, listen to that voice that says for you not to do it. It may be very quiet but it's there.

Just listen and know that there are many, many of us that understand.