So I feel like I was dealing with my recovery quite well..
The the other night (Wednesday), I was staying round at my best pal's place, he was out on a date and i was just hanging out til he got back. Started feeling really bad, took a load of lorazepam, and slashed my wrists. Don't remember it all that well cos i'd been drinking as well. Lost maybe a couple of pints of blood and was taken to hospital. Most embarassing thing is all his flatmates were there at the time and im guessing they all read the notes that i'd left (addressed to my family, my pal, and my girlfriend). So it probably just looked like a lame 'cry for help' thing even though at the time (admittedly heavily under the influence) i fully wanted to end it.
So now i don't know how im going to face these people again. And i've probably got horrible scars on my wrists (haven't taken the bandages off yet). WHole thing's a complete mess.
And all i can think of right now is how to do a better job of it next time. fully giving up hope here
