
feast or famine
Tell Patient Zero he can have his rib back.
- Jun 15, 2020
- 313
So I've tried to bite the dust a total of 4 times. 2 overdose attempts which lead to me just vomiting and hallucinating and 2 bridge jumps. The first bridge jump was only 25 ft into water. MY SI kicked in and I got to the shore. This brings me to the most recent bridge jump which was nearly 2 months ago.
I drove to the interstate and pulled up to the side. I had a backpack full of heavy items which I was using to help me drown. I went back and forth a few times before I took the plunge. The height this time was 100 ft. It was stormy in the early evening, so I figured I'd go unnoticed. As I was falling, I went unconscious. I don't remember hitting the water. When I awoke, I was floating. I believe the backpack I was wearing acted as a life jacket of sorts. Unbeknownst to me, there were cameras all around the bridge. This alerted the rescue team to what had happened. So they headed my way not too long after I woke up in the water.
I was then lifted into the boat and taken to a trauma one hospital. I barely remember any of this. I do remember the team saying they have to get moving as I was struggling to breathe, I thought that I wasn't going to make it. My blood pressure when I arrived to the ER was 80/30. I could barely move so I honestly thought I had paralyzed myself. I ended up fracturing several ribs and bones in my back that luckily didn't affect my spinal cord. I had a bruised/collapsed lung which is why I was struggling to breathe. I also had fluid around my heart and lungs as well as insane bruising everywhere.
I spent a week in the hospital, then I was transferred to psych for 3 weeks. I got home 3 weeks ago and I have mixed feelings. Many people such as the doctors and nurses have told me it's a "miracle" nothing worse happened to me such as death or becoming paralyzed. I'm grateful I was able to recover fully, but I also feel selfish because I'm already planning my next attempt (SN) and this time it has to work or I will likely be committed for a very long time. Sometimes I wonder if there was something greater looking out for me or if it was just a matter of certain circumstances. I also wonder if this is another chance or if the joke really is on me because damn, I didn't think suicide would be so hard to accomplish which leads me to think am I not supposed to go that way, or do I just need to be better informed and more methodical in my planning.
In any case, searching for methods led me here and I've been lurking around and reading a lot. I guess a part of me wanted to share this because there's really no other safe place to share such personal details without being judged. To anyone that read to this point, thank you for listening to me ramble.
I drove to the interstate and pulled up to the side. I had a backpack full of heavy items which I was using to help me drown. I went back and forth a few times before I took the plunge. The height this time was 100 ft. It was stormy in the early evening, so I figured I'd go unnoticed. As I was falling, I went unconscious. I don't remember hitting the water. When I awoke, I was floating. I believe the backpack I was wearing acted as a life jacket of sorts. Unbeknownst to me, there were cameras all around the bridge. This alerted the rescue team to what had happened. So they headed my way not too long after I woke up in the water.
I was then lifted into the boat and taken to a trauma one hospital. I barely remember any of this. I do remember the team saying they have to get moving as I was struggling to breathe, I thought that I wasn't going to make it. My blood pressure when I arrived to the ER was 80/30. I could barely move so I honestly thought I had paralyzed myself. I ended up fracturing several ribs and bones in my back that luckily didn't affect my spinal cord. I had a bruised/collapsed lung which is why I was struggling to breathe. I also had fluid around my heart and lungs as well as insane bruising everywhere.
I spent a week in the hospital, then I was transferred to psych for 3 weeks. I got home 3 weeks ago and I have mixed feelings. Many people such as the doctors and nurses have told me it's a "miracle" nothing worse happened to me such as death or becoming paralyzed. I'm grateful I was able to recover fully, but I also feel selfish because I'm already planning my next attempt (SN) and this time it has to work or I will likely be committed for a very long time. Sometimes I wonder if there was something greater looking out for me or if it was just a matter of certain circumstances. I also wonder if this is another chance or if the joke really is on me because damn, I didn't think suicide would be so hard to accomplish which leads me to think am I not supposed to go that way, or do I just need to be better informed and more methodical in my planning.
In any case, searching for methods led me here and I've been lurking around and reading a lot. I guess a part of me wanted to share this because there's really no other safe place to share such personal details without being judged. To anyone that read to this point, thank you for listening to me ramble.