Just under two years ago a guy posted a story to Reddit about how he traveled to Mexico to kill himself, only to have a massive change of heart.
In an effort to explain exactly what happened to pull him back from the brink, Redditor plzsendhelp sent Post Grad Problems a timeline of exactly what happened to him in Mexico.
We won’t go into how he was driven to the point of suicide – suffice to say, he was not in a good place when he made his Mexican trip – and what follows is an abridged version of events.
After arriving in Tijuana, he bought himself a bottle of a particular lethal drug that can be purchased pretty cheap in Mexico, before taking a cab back to his hotel. He stared at the bottle for the better part of a day, but in the end decided he needed some Dutch courage to go through with his plan.
After numerous Coronas, Margaritas and a bartender ‘pouring tequila down his throat’, plzsendhelp is obviously pretty well oiled and decides to head back to his hotel.
Sitting in the back of a taxi, the driver asks if he’d be interested in hookers or cocaine. With an understandable ‘Why the hell not?’ attitude, he caves and says yes to some coke.
In his words:
Cabbie makes a call on his cell, then drives me through even darker and creepier Tijuana streets.
Pull up to a tenement. Man steps out of a dark alley and speaks to the driver in Spanish.
Driver asks how much I want. Never bought drugs before. Never had a puff of weed. No idea how coke is sold. I ask for a small amount. Eventually work it out to a gram.
Back in his hotel, he agonises over whether or not to snort the coke but eventually goes for it.
Feeling ‘better’ he Googles ‘best brothel in Tijuana’ and heads over…
It’s like a strip club with raised platform and poles, only no ladies on the platform. Instead, about 40 women chasing after men. Pay $10 for 20 minutes in a tiny cubicle with a bed. Watch her undress. Motioned over. Fun begins. Mind-blowing.
Maybe worth living another few days – just for the coke and women. Return to hotel, mildly ashamed and embarrassed.
So, buoyed by his antics, the next day he gets more coke and hires the ‘cutest girl in the roster’ from an escort agency.
The day after, he goes in for more of the same, but with two girls…
Jump in cab with girls. Taken to ‘chica friendly’ hotel next to Hong Kong Club – decide to move there. Get a suite for less than $100 a night with a Jacuzzi tub and stripper pole.
Bring a couple girls up from the Hong Kong Club. Offer them coke. Snort fat rails off of them…
It’s at this point that things begin to hit home. Plzsendhelp’s sister emailed saying she missed him and wanted him to come home.
Emotionally wrecked, he has a ‘break down’ and buys a ticket back home, but gets stopped at the border as his name’s been flagged.
After a brief interview with a San Diego cop, he walks back into the U.S. and gets some food, but then decides to head right back into Mexico – I don’t know why:
Spend one more night in my hotel. Bring up another pair of girls. Pay extra to watch them play with each other.
Next day, dump drug bottle and head back to checkpoint New guard runs my ID. Name no longer flagged. Get through the border.
He then travels back to San Diego airport before flying home and paying an outrageous parking fee for his car.
So how did things turn out? After six years of therapy, antidepressants and ‘ups and downs’ he picks himself up by exercising and is now doing ‘the 9-5 career thing’.
At this point I have to stress that, although his ‘trip’ brought plzsendhelp back from the brink, we cannot condone his actions and if you or anyone you know is suffering from depression or worse, please reach out for help.
You can contact the Samaritans on 116 123 (UK) or visit their website.
