I tried to OD five times after I lost my daughter...finally stopped trying and figured I was meant to stay for some reason, as I wasn't dying. They weren't small doses either, it's kind of a fucking miracle, I don't know how to explain it! I feel bad for people who commit suicide, because now I'm really glad that I survived and am alive today. Unless you're literally dying of incurable illness, things can change for the better, sometimes it just takes a LOT of hard work to get there!
