In a previous post I mentioned having another suicide attempt while in treatment. Unfortunately, it's true. I wasn't responding to medications. Therapy was a joke at the second place I was sent. Somehow the pain multiplied in that environment, and I hit rock bottom. I sank further into depression and reached a pit I had fallen into many times before. I kept thinking, "I'm broken, and I have nothing to live for anymore." I stopped eating and slept all the time. There were periods of time where I sat and stared at nothing, because I was dissociated. I walked slowly, my hair was a mess, ...