I’ve been dealing with depression for about 2 years now. Never in a million years have I ever had suicidal thoughts but I tried to overdose two nights ago, killing myself was never my intention. I was alone and desperate, I was dumb. God is so good because I didn’t harm my body in any way, I just feel weak. But these past days I can’t get hurting myself out of my head. I think I’m going crazy. Today, the guy I called that night scared for my life, told me that he’s actually been through all that and I was just faking it. My heart shattered. He apologized after and said he was just joking but I was so hurt. I called him that night because I trusted him and now I don’t know what to do