I have mentioned several times how I attempted suicide on my 30th birthday and was hospitalized and then had my first ECT just a couple weeks later.
This is the story of how that happened:
The day of the event, my wife came home from work to find me laying on the bed and a belt still dangling from the bathroom door. She freaked out, especially because she saw the belt first and didn’t know where I was. She got in the bed with me and laid there as long as she could (we did have a 15 month old daughter), asking me repeatedly if I needed to call anyone, if I needed to go to the hospital, what she could do to help. I convinced her that I was alright for now, and in the morning I would make an emergency appointment with my psychiatrist.