Well, this week has been pretty bad. Aside from being depressed due to not being able to find a job...Last Friday my boyfriend decided that he wouldn't be moving in afterall and that he was going to find his own place (he had already been basically living with me for a few months). We barely talked all weekend because I was so upset about
the whole thing.
On Monday night we had planned for him to come get the rest of his things and to talk. That didn't go well. He told me we were over and I grabbed my pill bottle and took about 20 pills trying to OD. Fire, EMS, and police all came and I was taken to the hospital and then to the local mental hospital where I was placed (because of over-crowding) in the Psychiatric Intensive Care Unit with those who have the most severe cases of mental health issues.
Luckily, I was released on Wednesday evening and went home to my brother's house where I would be "supervised". I finally came home to my apartment where I live alone on Friday.
The police were called again on Friday, because of some text messages I sent to my ex that were perceived by my brother (my ex forwarded them to him) to be death threats. The police didn't take me away.
It has been a long, hard week. I'm exhausted. I have a working interview tomorrow where I have to work for 3 hours so they can see how I do and if I am a good fit for the job. I'm not ready for it, I'm too tired. Definitely not ready to go back to work.