When I was 15, I was very depressed. It was a few months before my GCSE exams. I was at home in my room with some painkillers. I had the urg to take them, so I did which was 14 tablets. The daily limit was 8 and I was over the limit.
I felt really sick, I couldn’t move. I collapsed in my bedroom. My dad found me on the floor. He was incredibility worried for me so he didn’t let me go to school for a couple of days.
I never told my dad the reason why I was sick. I’m too scared to tell him as we’ve had a few rough patches.
Two months ago, I did again.