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My Boyfriend’s Suicide Attempt

Writer, Age 17

I don’t even know where to start. My boyfriend and I had been together about six months when it first started. He had said something to me about suffering from depression, but I didn’t really understand. Then one night he came over to my house around midnight. My parents were sleeping. He came in and lay down on my couch. He told me he had swallowed a bunch of pills. He started to twitch and sweat and his heart was pounding. I got my mom and she dialed 911. Then his parents. I spent that night in the hospital with him and his family.

There were a few other minor attempts after that. Then one week I was painting my room, so I was sleeping on a couch in my den. I woke up at 5:30 a.m. to start getting ready for school. “That Friday.” A Friday I’ll always remember. I saw a shadow on the end of the couch. It took me a minute to realize it was my boyfriend. I asked him why he was at my house so early and he said I would know if the lights were on. He had slit his wrist. He told me that he had also taken a bunch of pills from my cabinet, but didn’t know what. I bandaged up his wrist to help stop the bleeding and he called his mom and went home. I curled up with my mom and started to cry when we got a phone call. It was his mom. She wanted phone numbers. He had gotten into a fight with his dad and took off running. The police had my dad drive me around to all the places I thought he might go. For three hours we drove. The longest three hours of my life.

Finally we decided to head back home—then we saw him. I managed to get him in the car and back to my house. A policeman came in and asked him to leave the room so he could talk to me, but when he stood up, the cop cuffed him, looked at me, and said, “you won’t see him for awhile.” I lost it. The hardest thing was watching him being taken away in a cop car. He was taken to a place for teens where they could watch him. I went to visit him a few days later and he was so much happier. He was only there 3 days, but it helped him a lot.

That was a hard thing to experience, but it was beneficial. I learned a lot about life and how precious it is. How I should never take it for granted. My boyfriend and I also got a lot closer, as we managed to live through it together. He is now on medicine that helps him a lot. Though there are little down times, it does not get as bad, because he knows, and I know, that there will always be a rainbow. You just have to have patience.

Last Modified Date: 1/10/2001
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