I spent a morning in hospital, and it was terrifying.
Going straight in the deep end, I recently tried to overdose. This lead to me spending from 2am to 10am in hospital having tests to see if I'd took enough to damage me.
I was alone from 2am to 7am when my friend had finally woke up and saw my messages and joined me. It was terrifying. For someone with anxiety so bad at this moment in time I can barely leave my room, so to be sat in hospital with people going everywhere was very triggering. Everywhere I turned there were people and due to the time all of my friends were asleep but one; who was out clubbing so they wasn't really in the best state of mind to help me due to their intoxication.
I don't know why I done it. I think at the time I thought it would make my life easier. Going through would mean no more pain for not just me but also my friends who have to spend most nights with me to help me sleep, hence as no one is with me this is being written at 03:59am.
I had to speak to a psychiatrist and a load of different doctors who all wanted to know why. Some genuinely, some just being nosy. This wasn't something that I liked, surely they knew why I was in so I didn't want to have to keep repeating myself as it made me feel worse about the situation. I hope this has helped remind me to stay out of peoples business unless they want me in it.
I hope I really do get better.