Ah yes the once-every-three-months visit to the husbands grandmother. Drove six hours, repeatedly suppressed the urge to say “DO NOT BABY TALK MY CHILD FOR THE LOVE OF GOD” got simultaneously judged for not finding another full time job yet AND for wanting to work full time instead of sitting home playing housewife. Haha also the trophy for most passive aggressive elderly lady: “You don’t look like you’ve lost any weight.” to the husband, while critically studying him. Ten minutes later “I MADE YOUR FAVORITE DESSERT!!!” Like????
If you had any knowledge on what pills you took, then you might actually know. Taking 3 types of pills won't do shit to you, so you've just made everybody unncessarily worry about you for something that won't happen. If you want them to do something, take like 30 more, like at the LEAST. Your body needs to seriously reject them all if you want to actually do anything. I'm not encouraging your suicide, but I'm not going to tell someone who can't deal with their current situation to endure it more