Robert Kienitz:
CLASS OF 2002
Chapel Hill High SchoolClass of 2002
Tyler, TX
Robert's Story
On January 28th in 2020 I was in a bad place and mentally, emotionally, financially and spiritually. I was involved with a toxic married woman who had lead me to believe that she was going to leave her husband. My estranged wife had told me that the two kids conceived during our marriage were not mine. I was behind with rent as well as many other financial obligations. I saw no light at the end of the tunnel. I thought that no one loved me. That no one would love me.
On January 28th I left work at lunch went to get my taxes done. I figured that my family would be better off with some money. Came home and was informed by the woman I was seeing that she had never intended to leave her husband. It was the final straw.
I opened a bottle of chema clean (black water tank cleaner). Took a picture for Facebook and waited for someone to stop me. After an hour with nothing I just knew that I honestly had no friends or family who honestly cared. So I downed the entire bottle. I sat in my rickety chair and felt the liquid running down my throat.
Then thoughts of my mother, father, my adopted parents bridget and Denny came racing in my mind. I decided to live for them if for nothing else. I tried to make myself throw up first in the kitchen sink then the toilet. At some point I passed out. Don't know how long I was out but when I came to my cat was walking back and forth on my side. I heard simba crying for his dead father. I forced myself up and not wanting to disturb anyone else I drove myself to the UT er on 271. Its just a mile down the road but I don't remember the drive. I remember stumbling into the reception area and sitting the empty bottle on the counter, then laying on a bed, the nurses and doctors taking my clothes off, and seeing brigett and Denny.
Over the next few days I was in a state of semi consc...Expand for more
iousness. My dreams were the things nightmares are made of. People dying, nails on a chalkboard, Strange images of the world, Horrible smells, tastes and feelings both physically and mentally. My mother flew in from Michigan but I thought she was in my dreams. I awake in christus mother frances ICU. They tell me its January 30th. It doesn't matter I have very few memories over the next few days. I know I was moved out of the ICU into a room on the 4th floor of the heart hospital. I remember the nurse watching the super bowl but couldn't tell you anything specific about the game.
My mother and brigett and Denny came every day I could tell they were mad, hurt, scared, and happy all at the same time. That thought destroyed me, but they were there they could have been anywhere else but they were in uncomfortable hospital room chairs beside me. They did love me they weren't just saying it and going through the motions.
I won't bother you with the medical issues that I was dealing with or the rest of my stay in the hospital. Because in the long run it doesn't matter. I'm still dealing with the physical problems that arose. It took me almost a year to become comfortable talking about the whole thing.
I'm ok now, getting better mentally and emotionally everyday. I now KNOW that people do care about me. I know that I am loved.
Remember no matter how bad it seems don't take a permanent solution to a temporary problem. I'd like to take credit for that line but it was my landlord's who I found out is one of the people who does care about me.
If you think you feel like I did please don't do anything until you talk to someone. 1-800-273-8255 that is the suicide prevention hotline. You can call family or friends. Or me call me text me message me. Whatever it takes don't go through with your plans you are loved
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