If you could all pray for my friend Maria I would really appreciate it.
She was admitted to the hospital with a vicodin overdose, yesterday, May 5, 2008. She was resuscitated by her boyfriend while the ambulance was in route.
She was put on anti-depressants and released this afternoon. With directions to make appointments to see a therapist, group and one-on-one.
She was very upfront about it with me. (Does that mean she is regretful, is it just a way to ask for help, is it a way to down-play it? I just don’t know.) When she called me this afternoon, she very bluntly told me what she did. I told her it better not be over a guy because that was plain stupid. I know it probably wasn’t the smartest thing to say, but I wasn’t going to feel sorry for her. She knew what she was doing when she did it. I wish it hadn’t happened, but it has.
There’s no going back from here. She can’t take it back, she can’t make me feel better knowing that she didn’t succeed. Nothing is going to help but prayer. I feel like she doesn’t trust me anymore in a way.
The last few times she has called for advice I was honest with her. She didn’t like what I had to say, but she still called again. I am not going to tell her what she wants to here, I am going to be honest with her. The truth hurts sometimes, but I don’t want her to repeat the things she has done in the past. I care about her too much to sugar-coat things for her. Maybe that’s why she didn’t call me yesterday when she knew she was feeling that way.
I am very worried. She does not handle stress well. And her life has been very upside down lately.
Her husband left her last December, she moved in with a guy friend in March, things with guy friend are not always so smooth, she was promoted to front-end supervisor at THD, things with guy friend got worse, was talking to another guy online, he completely fabricated interest in her and things about himself. She couldn’t cope.
I instructed guy friend to leave her a few regular Tylenol for back pain, and take all other meds with him when he leaves the house. She is going to have a cow, but I really don’t care. Her safety is first. I don’t want any chances being taken.
Maria, if you are reading this, please don’t be mad. I care about you, I want you to get better, I just want all my friends and family to be able to pray for you. I am not trying to tell everyone your business. I just want what’s best for you. Prayer works and you know it. Hugs.