🌟 Trigger Warning 🌟
There’s no easy way to talk about mental health. Especially suicide. It’s not something alot of people want to comprehend.
Sadly statistics show that suicide is the biggest killer of men under 45. Let that sink in.
I knew Pete suffered from the word go, that didn’t bother me. I have been through enough myself to never judge anyone on there journey.
I’m the type of person who likes to help anyone and everyone, but with mental health its not as easy as just helping.
Around 2 months into our relationship Pete stopped going to work. He started feeling poorly alot and ended up in hospital a couple of times, they could never find anything wrong.
In hindsight it was probably anxiety.
It was December 2017, we had been together only 3 months. I had been to my friends to swap presents in the afternoon before getting the bus to see Pete that evening.
Pete met me off the bus and as soon as I saw him I thought, you look high. I didn’t say anything as I didn’t want him to feel self conscious if it was nothing.
We walked towards his and decided we would go see his sister and nieces for a bit.
Pete wasn’t himself, I could tell that straight away, I offered to pay for us to go for dinner thinking it would cheer him up but he refused.
He went outside for a fag and I followed, whilst talking to me he began to slur his words, his pupils were huge and he definitely wasn’t okay. I asked him what was wrong and he said nothing, I remember saying what have you taken and he promised me he had taken nothing.
I went inside and told his sister, she immediately phoned for help.
We came back inside and Pete laid down on the sofa, within half an hour he was in and out of consciousness. Eventually we managed to get out of him that he had taken medication to lower your blood sugar. We didn’t know how many.
We waited almost 2 hours for an ambulance to arrive.
When the paramedics arrived they put Pete on a glucose drip but he still didn’t come round properly. He was blue lit to A&E.
I’m the meantime we searched for what he had taken, and in turn found he had taken a minimum of 200 tablets.
I was absolutely terrified. I had never expected in the week before Christmas to be worrying that my new partner would die. But the panic was real.
