For months I was hoarding pills I was suppose to be taking. Risperdol, Paxil, and Trazadone. Every day I would put each one in a bottle. I was saving them because I knew one day I would want to end everything, so I would just have to take them all. One day, I was stressing out over my schoolwork (which is pretty normal for me). I had put off my Algebra homework until the night …showed first 75 words of 489 total…

…showed last 75 words of 489 total…here in the desert. She asked me lots of questions and then told me I would have to go to Charter. I had been there before for a couple weeks and I hated it, I didn't want to go back again. Sure enough, I had to. Never again will I try to kill myself by overdosing, it was a scary experience and now my medications are locked up and given to me night and day.