For months I was hoarding pills I was suppose to be taking. Risperdol, Paxil, and Trazadone. Every day I would put each one in a bottle. I was saving them because I knew one day I would want to end everything, so I would just have to take them all. One day, I was stressing out over my schoolwork (which is pretty normal for me). I had put off my Algebra homework until the night …
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…here in the desert. She asked me lots of questions and then told me I would have to go to Charter. I had been there before for a couple weeks and I hated it, I didn't want to go back again. Sure enough, I had to. Never again will I try to kill myself by overdosing, it was a scary experience and now my medications are locked up and given to me night and day.