I tried killing myself yesterday, I overdosed on 10000mg of paracetamol. I went to sleep and in 8 hours I would have been dying slowly over the next few days. I felt no remorse, no regret, nothing. I was at peace, ready to die. But my parents found me and my organs were saved. I I laid on a hospital bed surrounded by darkness alone the whole night, it was the worst feeling I've ever felt. The pain gets worse and worse, the internal guilt I feel, it doesn't go away, every single day is a burden. I don't deserve love, I don't deserve my family.