gan to slash my wrists. My husband rushed me to an emergency room where my wounds were sutured and psychiatric help recommended. Consequently, I was admitted to a psychiatric hospital. On my first visit to the psychiatrist, two days after my suicide attempt, I realized what I had tried to do, and such guilt feelings arose that I wouldn't speak for three days. Then gradually I began to talk more easily, take part in occupational therapy, and walk on the grounds. I was still, however, much quieter than normal, and confused or depressed most of the time.
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