My saddest memory...

Hmmm, trying to think of what I could say. I don't really associate with "saddest memory" so I'll share when I was most scared and when I was most depressed...

I was most scared: It would have been 1981, 1982, somewhere around there.

My parents were fighting.

We had a phone on the wall - it was up high. Although I was a tall child I couldn't reach it without the stool. 

I grabbed the stool to call the police.

My Dad's face was bleeding from being hit by my Mum somehow.

I was really scared.  My Dad didn't want me to call the police. I wanted to get on the stool and call the police.

A child shouldn't be so scared by their parents fighting that they call the police. I was 7? 8?

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Most depressed. I'd been trying to finish uni. I was so hopeless. I felt hopeless. I felt like life was over. I couldn't see how I would work in chemistry. I didn't like chemistry. I didn't want to finish uni. I just wanted to die.

So I tried. I took pills. I drank alcohol to help (I don't really like alcohol). I went to sleep. I woke up vomiting.

I spent all day in casualty. Vomiting. I think I vomited over 20 times. By myself. In casualty. 

That was a bad 24 hours.