When I was 12 I tried to overdose for the first time.
I left my childminder downstairs and I walked up to the bathroom.
I found a pack of pills, checked the dosage on the back and then made sure I popped each and every one – several times the maximum amount.
Then I panicked.
Not because I was worried about dying, but because I was worried for the consequences if I didn’t succeed. My life would surely be worse.
By the time I was taken to hospital, it was too late to have my stomach pumped so I had to drink charcoal to absorb the toxins from my system.
When my mum got to the hospital she asked me why I did it.
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