I drank a lot of scotch, took a few xannys and Oxys, put a noose around my neck so when I passed out from drugs I would just painlessly suffocate.

I barricaded my room shut.

I’m alive because at some point while fucked up on the drugs I sent a msg to a work mate saying basically, “fuck man I’m just done. I just can’t anymore. I’m quitting, thanks for being a mate”

He said he almost just thought I was quitting the job, but something told him something was off and he told my supervisor, who showed HR, who went red alert and called ambulance.

God knows how they got through the barricade. It was slot.

I woke up on the floor of my room with paramedics over me and two cops. When they helped me up im ashamed to say I swung at the cop, cos at the time my brother recently went to jail for MDMA dealing (I blamed myself alot for that).

The cop easily put me back down to the floor gently and then I relaxed and off I went to hospital.

Im happy to be alive. Still battling depression and addiction but I’m getting better.