High school, I always had trouble keeping friends and didn’t have much of an emotional outlet. It’s a long story.
I got in my closet, knelt down with a wide piece of fabric around my neck. Not sure how long I was there but I remember looking around my room and next thing I remember is my dad holding me on the couch and sobbing.
I had to go to the ER because blood vessels in my eyes and ears ruptured, and I needed xrays of my neck and spine. The whites of my eyes were blood red for a week or two I think, and there was blood coming out of my ears. I had to go to a youth mental health ward for a week or two after. It did absolutely nothing.
I’m still addressing some issues and 16 years or so later I’m finally on a med routine that works. The psychiatrist I was seeing had me on like three different meds and I think that is what made me feel that way.
I’m going to call my dad.