I remember it like it was yesterday. I had a bad day at school got into a fight with my mom and I was done with life so I went into the medicines and took nearly a whole bottle of Lamictial.
I went to bed feeling fine nobody new about this until it was 3:00 in the morning I started throwing up in bed. After that I went to my parents and told them they said to get a drink of water.
I was standing at the kitchen sink staring out into the the summer night when a wave of dizzyness came over me. I dropped the glass of water and fell to the ground.
The next thing I knew I was laying in the middle of my living room floor my mother on one side and the paramedics on the other. My mom was in tears and I was scared I thought this was the end.
I could feel my eyes roll in the back of my head a couple of times. When we got to the hospital that was near me they did the best they could do to help.
Unfortuntly they didn't have a pediatrict at the hospital I was rushed to. I got rushed all the way up to the Barnes Jewish Hospital.
The last thing I could remember was my grandma walking into my room and praying with and as I closed my eyes I could see my deased aunt into the far distance.
I was so excited to see her but then something hit me and I came back to reality.
After being in the hospital for a few days I finaly was feeling myself again when the doctor came in to talk to me he asked me a few questions and then told me what happened.
Within the course of me being transported from my house to the first hospital and then to Barnes. I had a total of 8 seziures.
The doctor told my mom that when the blood work came back that I had 30x the dosage of lamictial than I was suppose and from that day on everything has been crapped in and out
of hospitals cutting. But just recently it has amlost been a year since my last hospital visit.
A year since the last time I tried to cut or od so to thoose that are going through some rough times just know it gets better.