Last year, I had 2 OD attempts. Couldn’t do a third because my mom found out and hid my pills, but this ain’t this post’s focus.
Waking up after a failed suicide attempt has a… eerie feeling. I can’t really describe it, but you feel weird after it.
Just wanted to share a thought.
I don’t really understand the second part of your comment, but yeah, like a clarity. But it just lasted one day.
For the first part, people do chase that, so I’m asking if you would gets an addictive feeling to it, and want to replace it. And for the record, please don’t. Hard for me to tell you otherwise, and yes, the world is going to shit, but it’s not because of people like you, and we can’t afford to lose another.