(sorry for my English, I'm not a native speaker)


I took 50 pills of Zoloft and a lot of alcohol (4 shots of absinthe and a whole bottle of Vodka). The thing is, I was sad because we had just came back from a bad party, but not as much sad as I was the other times I tried.

I didn't even wrote a letter, just said sorry to my dog and took the medicine. My parents were in the other room. 

Anyway, I woke up to throw up and spend the rest of the day trembling and nauseous, between other things. For a moment was good because it meant my parents weren't going to be traumatized by me, but now the feeling came back worst. I can't stop thinking that I would not have to live this week if it all had ending.

Don't know why I'm telling this, I just don't have no one to talk to about it (no money to keep going to therapy and my friends are also in a bad place mentally, it will just hurt them more).