Back again. Have posted on here before and received kindness.
I think I previously mentioned my mother's 'small overdoses'. She would get drunk, take a small amount of paracetamol (not enough to require stomach-pumping, she's not daft), call 999 and sit waiting with her bag and newspaper. Very much attention-seeking.
A bit different this week. I don't want to go into too much detail (in fact, I am not even clear on the details) but this attempt involved multiple emergency services which she did not call herself. She really could have died. Maybe it's surprising she didn't. We think she must have been extremely drunk to be able to do what she did.
Is this even the right board for this? I don't know any more. I don't know if this is alcoholism or mental health. It's both.
Nothing has really cut through to my heart until now. Before, I would be frustrated, angry, ashamed. Now I am shocked and horrified. The adrenaline has worn off now (we had practical things to deal with the last day or two).
I talk to people now, my MIL and aunt. It's still hard, because no one can help. I think it's hard for people to hear because they can't help.
I have lots of quite visceral images running through my mind. How pathetic the scene must have been. I have requested info from emergency services, simply because everything is so confusing and I want whatever facts I can get.
I have to work today. I worked fine yesterday, despite doing things like retrieving the car at 6am.
I have always closed my heart to it, used black humour, got on with things. I'm just fucking shocked today. My chest feels ripped open.