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My ex-wife's brother died last night of a heroin overdose. I don't have a lot of feelings about him either way, but I'm very much concerned about the impact this is going to have on my daughter, who lives mostly with her mom and her grandma (who is dieing of pancreatic cancer, and this is her son)... #HeroinAddiction #Overdosing #drugabuse #Awareness

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Not having a good day, mentally ⛈⛈⛈

My head is not having a good day, I’ve going to work and school acting like everything is normal. When nobody knows that I survived a suicide attempt a couple weeks ago. I swallowed two bottles of pills, and a handful of Advil. I puked it all up, thankfully. But my head is fragile right now. I haven’t told anyone, and I’m too scared to say anything. I’ve almost cried a few times at work, and I don’t know if I can keep it together anymore. Also: LIFE is worth living!!🌈🌈🌈
#SuicideAttemptSurvivors #MentalHealth #Overdosing


Friend who is hospitalized #EmergencyRoom #AnorexiaNervosa #Depression #Overdosing #Suicide #SuicidalThoughts #SuicideAttemptSurvivors

I have a friend who is currently in the ER and my be admitted due to depression and a suicidal attempt. I may go visit her later. Any suggestions on gifts I could bring her? Something she would find helpful? Soothing? Etc. any ideas appreciated. I have some ideas but would love to hear more!


Emotional drought

I spent last night and all today in the hospital with my best friend who had a severe suicidal attempt Friday. I love her! But I feel like I can’t get through; she and her family spent the day insisting that she can go home and continue with her outpatient therapist. She has DID and has attempted suicide many times (she was intubated on the way to the hospital!) and her therapist doesn’t have 24 hour crisis coverage, and has never had a DID patient before! I spent the whole day worrying she’d somehow be let to go home and this would repeat itself next week, maybe with the ambulance not getting there in time. I love her but it’s so hard to go in circles with someone about their need for better care. She spent a lot of time insisting she was “fine” in very unconvincing tones. I would have stayed longer but the whole situation escalated into a shouting match between her/her family and the hospital staff who wanted to admit her to the psych ward. They eventually got hospital security and I watched them separate her from her family. She was a mess. They asked me to leave too but I was allowed to I wait at the end of the hall and hug her goodbye before they took her to the psych ward. The hospital is not great (I saw that firsthand) and very understaffed which is why her family wants her out, but I am still relieved someone will be watching her overnight and for the next few days. I hope she is transferred somewhere better after that. Right now I am so emotionally drained and if she goes home there is no reasons this won’t just start this all over again. #DID #Suicide #Friendship #Inpatient #PsychWard #CheckInWithMe #PTSD #AlcoholDependence #Overdosing #EmotionalHealth #PsychiatricHospital



#BorderlinePersonalityDisorder #Overdosing

I think I’m overdosing myself but I’m not doing it on purpose it doesn’t feel like it’s actually me taking the pills. I keep taking more and more seroquel swallowing them is feeling good


On the anniversary of my best friend’s death... #Depression #Anxiety #BorderlinePersonalityDisorder #Grief #Overdosing

Friday is the year anniversary of the day I lost everything. My best friend accidentally overdosed on Heroin laced with fentanyl and my life has not been the same since. Amanda was the only person who understood me. She was diagnosed with BPD like myself when we were teenagers and we grew up battling it together. She was my rock, my favorite person, my everything and now she’s gone. I never really understood grief until it hit me. It’s a physical pain, a hollowness. I don’t think life will ever be the same. I don’t find joy in the same things and my Borderline takes over and I spiral into a deep depression. My family doesn’t understand why I am still so upset.. “it’s been a year” they say... but that doesn’t matter to me. I’m alone and empty and dreading this Friday.