*This is a work-in-progress, of non-fiction. It is memoir due to the fact that I was not conscious.
I was in the ICU for 7 days, unconscious, intubated. I should have died. My overdose was fatal. The doctors didn’t know whether or not I’d make it. I couldn’t breathe on my own and I still feel the pain of the tube; the tube I have no recollection of. The tube that took my voice away for years.
I hid my car where nobody could find me but made the mistake of telling one person I had driven out to overdose, fatally, and die in my car. The police found me but I don’t remember anything after that… just waking up in the ICU 7 days later, thinking it was the same day, and screaming, “WHERE AM I?! “You’re in the intensive care unit at Morristown Medical Center”, my sitter said….