My failed attempt at suicide
This is a response to the young man who took 200 pills in an attempted suicide. Thankfully, it didn't work, and he lived. I did the same thing in 1976, adding alcohol to the mix so that it WOULD "work". I lived because of the miraculous intervention of a State Trooper who was an expert in resusitation, the EMT's who were called to our house in the country on a very dark night, in an area without street lights. The EMT who drove the 911 ambulance was the school bus driver for my children so he knew whereI l lived. I was dead when they arrived at my house, was revived, died again in the ambulance and again in the ER. But I lived. God did not want me to leave this earth at that time. In 1980 after some more struggles with alcohol I finally decided that I needed professional help and admitted myself to an inpatient rehab treatment center. 33 years later, I am still sober. At one point I became a Chemical Dependency Counselor at Hazelden's southern treatment center and worked with those who were struggling to find a release from alcohol and drugs. It was and is a gift freely given - one of the definitions of The Gift of Go. I did everything I wast told as I certainly didn't have the answers and my way hadn't worked. I went to 90 vmeetings in 90 days, and I am about to repeat that because my 33rd anniversary is coming up next month., Life continues to be good even with its struggles. No one promises us a "rose garden" - it takes daily work and attendance to the tenets as to how to stay sober. There is NOTHING that compares to being sober - one can think, relate to others in a reasonable manner, speak in a kind voice without anger, and know that life is good. My grown children and friends also believe that the person I am and have been for 33 years is certainly an improvement over the drunk that wandered through life creating chaos and destrucftion at every step. NO MORE!