April of last year I tried to kill myself. My father kicked me out, I was shooting up meth, my ex broke into my grandma’s condo and lived there for a week after stealing 600$ from my bank account and then broke up with me while I was in the mental hospital, my best friend then made out with that ex the next day, I became homeless, had a miscarriage, suffered from anorexia- nervosa binge-purge subtype, and generally believed my life was worthless. I coped with all if this by cutting myself and doing dope. When that no longer worked, I drowned myself in pills to end it all.
Now I am sober, happily in love and engaged, pregnant, working as a nanny, and really really happy. Yes, it does get better! I tried to kill myself, and I almost succeeded. In the hospital, my family was told I only had a 50/50 chance of waking up. I’m so glad I did!
If anyone out there ever needs someone to talk to who understands, I’m here! Always!