i have had depression and panic disorder for years. this past winter, i lost my job, and i started to isolate. for 3 months the only person i would allow near me was my boyfriend. we had recently bought a house, and it turned out to be a really bad deal. so i was going to lose the house. my credit is shot, and * A * (we will call him that) want to keep the house. he was working and taking care of me. driving my car, his was broken. me in the house all day alone no money no way to leave if i wanted. i started to get worse. i awoke in the hospital one afternoon. i apparantly overdosed on god knows what, but A would not talk about What Happened. nothing. i had no memory of what happened. still dont. 3 weeks later, he came home, and said "see you later. i cant do this anymore." it was the last thing i could take, and i snapped. first i tried to suffocate myself in the trunk of my car. didnt work. so i got a bottle and took a shot, took a pill.....and put a bag over my head. i wanted to die. really did. i know its selfish, but unless you have been there, you dont know the limited capacity you have when in that mindset. sure, life COULD be great again, but i was done trying and failing. even if i had the chance to have a perfect life, garanteed, i would not of taken it. i was done. but my higher power thought differently. i went into rehab for 35 days. it was good, but noone would talk to me about the suicide attempt. either one. or about how i miss A so much. i dream about him nightly. it is driving me crazy, and i dont know what to do. i need to talk about it. my mom says that if i just work my program that everything else will fall into place. and i know that. but i really feel like i need to address this. i pushed him over the edge. half was his fault, but half was mine too. help?