I was absolutely driven. Nothing could stop me. Yes, I tried suicide and failed when unsurmountable obstacles blocked my progress. The second time, after taking four packs of sleeping pills and crawling around my apartment for two days, vomitting in my closet, and suddenly clearing my head at 7:30, I quickly showered and went to work. I got to work and the gates were closed. The sun was setting. It was 8PM on a Sunday! For some reason, I felt euphoric. I knew that from then on, I'd never look back, that I'd never try something stupid like that again.
It's not so hard these days because there is all kinds of support, like here, and lots of good doctors to help. You can try and see before you do anything irreversible. I did that. I liked it. I wanted it even more and more and more.
So, that's where I came from. It was a tough time. I don't regret it. I never have.
Cindi