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> > I took a bottle of Dalmane on the early evening of
> > November 17, 1987 and called my brother to drive me to the
> > emergency room to flush it out.
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> A classic example of some stupid sad fuck wanting
> attention, which explains your presence on this board. If
> you really wanted to kill yourself you'd have put in more
> of an effort.
Exactly. But only almost. I was likening the Dalmane to a bottle of analgesics, because I was in alot of emotional pain. The amount of pain that I was in was so much that without thought the bottle just fell into my mouth like candy. But it was not clear thinking, either, because the involvement that my mother had was before that when she picked a psychiatrist I would go to who gave me a combination of drugs, between those he chose and those I felt I wanted when all I wanted was a sedative, if life was not about to accomodate me by turning off the pain. But, he gave me this, and gave me that, and the other thing that by the time I took the Dalmane, which I had by prescription from a general medical doctor months before, I was very confused due to the mixture of drugs. When the idiot doctor called me when I was on the ward I told him that I would have nothing more to do with him. My recovery began there.
I couldn't have been stupider, and for sure I wanted some kind of attention because I wanted my world fixed, made better, and I was not able to have that. Pudding I still have the pain, but I got used to it, and it is part of life now. I love life too much to give it up because of a little pain.
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