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Paramedics found you slumped in a corner. "We have an unconscious woman still breathing," one said into a radio. You were covered in sleeping pills and had soiled yourself. It was 9 a.m. on a Friday. You had said that you needed help. But how? Your commitment to self-destruction seemed so absolute. And your mom didn't even notice that you were unconscious.

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