The second time I overdosed,
my body couldnât handle it,
and I threw it all up.
I texted my dad saying,
âI think I took a little too many pillsâ.
And every time Iâve overdosed,
I always downplay it.
Iâve always tried to act
like it wasnât a big deal.
That having the urge to swallow a whole bottle of pills
was something daily that normal people do.
My dad hurried home and saw the empty bottle
and he shook me to make sure I was awake.
I kept mumbling âI threw it up.. I threw it up..â
while I was drifting off to sleep.
He had to wake me up every 15 minutes
to make sure I was okay.
Let me tell you now,
it is a big deal.
The third time I overdosed,
I slept through first and second period
and passed out in the counselorâs office.
I didnât want to go to the ER.
I just wanted to go home.
All I wanted to do was sleep.
Again, I just said,
âI think I took too many pills this morning.â
The fifth time I overdosed,
my dad found the empty pill box.
I hallucinated, I had a fever.
I couldnât move my legs.
All I could do was scream,
âDonât take me to the hospital this time.
I donât want to go!â
I became friends with a girl who had overdosed
sheâs one of my best friends now
and when I heard she was hospitalized as well,
it just makes me realize how real this problem is.
A couple months ago, another friend of mine overdosed.
Do you realize how fucked up it is,
that Iâve done it so many times
that I know the exact procedure that sheâs going to go through?
She messaged me saying,
âI took a bunch of pills,
but I just realized I didnât want to die.
I donât know what to do.
Help.â
And Iâm screaming at her over the screen
that she should throw it up and call 911
because sometimes when someone you love
decides that they hate the world,
thatâs all you can do.
You canât teleport through the phone.
You canât travel through the internet.
You canât be there to hold them
and take them to the hospital.
Your love is not charcoal that can
absorb all their poison in their life.
I know, love that you would have done all you could.
Sometimes words arenât enough.
Sometimes love isnât enough.
Sometimes a person needs to try dying
to know that thatâs not really what they want.
Thereâs nothing you could have done.
Youâve done all you could.
Just keep loving them.
But you see the thing is,
I got lucky.
Iâve made it back from 5 overdoses
without a scratch on me.
But thatâs not always the case.
My favorite teacherâs stepdaughter
locked herself in her room and overdosed.
To this day,
her stepmother still has a scar on her heart.
To this day,
on the anniversary of her death,
her stepmother still stays home from school
on the anniversary of her death.
Her sister is in a bad mental state,
and so is her biological mother.
Her family has fallen apart.
You overdose because you think
you will get a peaceful release from death.
Itâs not peaceful.
It is not like falling asleep.
It is convulsions, vomiting,
muscle spasms, fevers,
and sharp stomach pains.
An overdose is not instant.
Hollywood has you believing,
that an overdose
is how a lady should exit the world.
As quiet as she came in,
Peaceful and unnoticed.
You will go out kicking and screaming
and wishing you hadnât taken them.
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