Surviving a suicide
One Sunday some years ago I reached my limit. Or so I thought. So I took 90 tranquilisers. By the time the medics got to me my lips and nail beds had started blue already. I don't remember much. I do remember being in a tunnel. And seeing a light. It was not beautiful like the movies makes us believe. It was scary! Seeing the light made me realise I was very far from ready to leave my life and ppl behind. My biggest regret is I never got to thank the guys who saved my life, I was never conscious to see them.
It's never to late