to bruce, who saved my life.

Through my years of pain many things have happened. My fiancée and I were together for almost four years. We had our version of a hand fasting and dedication to one another. Later on when we had broken up we met at places and got together the last time. My bipolar 1 was out of hand and I didn't want to live at all. I called my best friend who lived in vegas at the time an left her a goodbye voicemail. I called my baby sister and she didn't answer and I didn't want to leave another message so I hung up. I called my ex and said, "just remember I always loved you." I shut off my cell and drank more and took more pills. I was cutting at the time and I don't remember if I did cut that day or not. My ex drove over and came in the front door and some up my mom. My mom never liked him and I wonder how she felt that he had came in the house. He said she had to go downstairs and it was an emergency. I was holding the dog I convinced my parents I needed so I wouldn't be lonely. They both took me to the hospital. He got out and got me a wheelchair and went up to the window and said I tried to kill mhself and that I had overdosed. They took me back and I could barely stay awake. My mom and bruce stayed in the ER with me as my stomach got pumped. They both got in the elevator to take me to my room on the cardiac floor. I don't remember vetting off the elevator and the next three days I don't remember because I barely stayed conscios. The day I first stayed up he was there with my baby sister. I did see him years later and I don't remember if I ever thanked him...so bruce thank you for caring enough to come over my house to wake my mom when you know she didn't like you and thank you for not only being in the ER with me and the times after that you visited me. Most importantly getting in a car and getting me help, because if you would have ignored it I would be dead. So thank you bruce, I owe my lice to you.