I must admit I've done the last one myself. I was 18, desperate and confused. I kept arguing with my family, failing job interviews and about to lose my best friend because he was off to uni. So I OD'd on ibuprofen. I took a pack of 16, and washed it down with Smirnoff Ice. I immediately realised what I'd done, so I phoned my friend who came straight round and spent all night in A&E with me. I'm a hell of a lot happier now, thanks to the psychatric nurse who reasurred me I wasn't the only one who felt alone, and gave me the number of a local youth club. Of course I regret what I did, because I must have worried my friend a great deal, but by taking that overdose I got the help I needed.