When I was 23 (6 years ago) My Mom tried to commit suicide on new years eve/day, by swallowing a ton of Ambien and Xanax while she was really drunk.

I was the only sober one in the house, and a family friend started yelling for me saying we had to take my mom to the hospital.

She was getting ready to get into my dad's truck, but wasn't moving with the sense of urgency I thought the situation needed so I picked her up and started carrying her.

As I fireman's carried her out of our house, I felt her body relax and go limp in my arms. I knew we didn't have much time. I propped her up in the front seat, buckled her in, and took off, reaching 100mph in a 35mph zone and running a red light or two. A normally 5 minute drive to the hospital took 2 minutes.

I'll never forget the feeling of my mom's body going lifeless, or the sound of my dad and his friend shouting my Mom's name at her on the drive to the hospital.