Yesterday I got into an argument with my FP, and things started to go downhill pretty bad. It actually got to the point where I attempted an overdose of my antidepressants by taking the whole bottle. But I still woke up this morning, in pain yes, but not dead.

I’m starting to realize that I always think of suicide as my first option whenever I argue with someone or get into some type of problem and I’m not proud of it. 

I’m going to therapy and trying to apply the skills I learned but it’s so hard when you’re actually in that moment of an episode.