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vampiredust
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There is something that is bothering me.
A few months ago, I did something stupid. I was really depressed and things came to a head when I tried to kill myself. Hell, I tried the easiest method I could think of at the time: an overdose. My doctor had given a prescription for a two month supply of antidepressants (citalopram) and I decided to use them. One night, I swallowed 55 of them, one after the other. In a minute I had swallowed close to two months worth, I was waaay over the recommended dosage and was on lethal terms. I knew death would come.
But I didn't die. For some odd fucking reason I didn't die. This whole thing is really bothering me. Why the hell didn't I die? I have been racked with guilt for months now and don't understand why I didn't just collapse and die.

A few months ago, I did something stupid. I was really depressed and things came to a head when I tried to kill myself. Hell, I tried the easiest method I could think of at the time: an overdose. My doctor had given a prescription for a two month supply of antidepressants (citalopram) and I decided to use them. One night, I swallowed 55 of them, one after the other. In a minute I had swallowed close to two months worth, I was waaay over the recommended dosage and was on lethal terms. I knew death would come.
But I didn't die. For some odd fucking reason I didn't die. This whole thing is really bothering me. Why the hell didn't I die? I have been racked with guilt for months now and don't understand why I didn't just collapse and die.