Help for recovering cutters

I recently overdosed on over two hundred and fifty meds, and spent one night in an emergency room. The "family" knew and did nothing but check on me each hour. Because my birth mother told me to on the telephone.They did not call 911 knowing I was on something..My mother screamed at me to kill myself on the phone, so when I did attempt it wasn't a shot in the dark, they were tired of dealing with me. I'm almost 40 I can't help what caused my Issues with people, but hearing my own birth mother, tell me to kill myself, I think I wanted to call 911 for fear of her safty and my dads.They should have helped me when I begged them to let me go to a hospital..   I feel it's ok to break the hippa privacy law if you feel your own saftey or the public may be at risk* They left me alone without the comfort of being in my own bed, waking up coming to, to have my two best friends already on their way to me by car, almost insisisting I spend the night for comfort. I relapsed mentally over a decade of thearpy and hoplessness came flooding back when all of my memories returned at once. My closest lady church friend called the locals.I was never so relieved to see such friendly authority in my entire life. I took his hand,"Thank you sir, you saved my life tonight." My lady friend and her partner have been my friends for 20 years, and I concider them my blood. They  called 911 in my presence. I went in for treatment, when seen I was not given a psyc eval, was given more pills, because by then I had gotten sick, and had nothing left. They gave me more pills, and send me home. I increased thearpy, called my doctor, and knew I needed to make more changes. I've been a recovering cutter suffering alone it seems, for over 25 years, and have completely stoped hurting myself because I am already hurting. Knowing the health care is too poor growing up as a teenager inside and as an adult, I'm too disabled to do much, I can't work, I have no clear job skills. I only know how to do one thing. I live. I survive and I fight to live alother day, reaching out in my area when no help has ever been available in my area finally giving up groups I work one on one hitting the issues with coping skills I hope continue to work. I am taking things one day at a time until I am stabalized on meds. HEidi Neglectedin the poor state of Jersey Health care. I only hope my mom finds help soon, or she will be long termed.