I called the doctor yesterday she wants me to check my self in at the crisis center at the hospital. My husband just pushed me over the edge, and of course nothing is his fault so when he sent me flying across the room and started kicking me I ended up trying to end my own life. I figured that he never is at fault for anything so I'd help him out a little that way he would not be blamed for what I did to my self. I live in a world of fear. I feel like I just don't want to be here anymore. The doctor did increase my Lexapro to 20mg. She keeps calling me to check on me, she said she's very concerned because of what I did. This will teach me a lesson "not to be so open with my doc".
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