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Guys what is your suicide attempt story. Mine isn't really exciting or thrilling, but I think it is interesting what are the last things humans do before their death (or when they atleast think it will be)
>8. may 2017
>removing password from computer and leaving a note file with my last words
>disabling facebook account
>around 9:00 in the evening
>going for the last stroll through the forest
>set my time to killmyself at 10:00
>going by the fields and want to feel my skin for the last time
> take of shirt and throw myself into the wheat(?)
>feels good
>start shaking, because is cold
>find uprooted oak tree, where I used to sit on and think
>lay on it
>want to hear human voice for the last time
>scroll through the contacts
>apparently none of them are in anyway close to me
>decide to call my number but, with the last digit being mine+1
>woman picks up, says hello
>hear kids talking in the background
>thoughts at that moment inside: "why can't I live happy life?", "why do I have to suffer?"
>don't say anything
>end the call
>it's 9:40 at the time
>jump over a stream to get to my location
>I chose 40 m radio tower to climb and jump off it
>hear bells ring, its 9:45
>get to the fence of the tower
>climb over fence
>start to climb the tower
>see a truck parked about 15 m away
>cabin is lit and the driver is looking at me
>shit.jpg
>climb down as fast as possible
>jump the fence and run back into the forest
>get home
So would I be brave enough to jump that evening? Maybe, I am not sure, but was really calm until the trucker, so if it was'nt for him I would likely be gone now.
From that day on I don't enjoy the last thing I liked. Sleeping. It is just the matter of time to give another visit to the tower and finish the job, might choose another more isolated location. Guys write your stories I will read all of them.
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>>38527347
I'll share mine:
>get home
>lay out 30 individual letters, each handwritten to someone who might care
>old friends
>family
>instructions
>hits me that around 21 of them are never going to be read
>or theyll be read by the cops
>put them all in a plastic bag
>put my watch on
>put a coat on
>wait until twilight, sitting on a stool facing outy of the window
>walk through empty streets
>check my watch every 5 minutes
>get to a forest
>keep walking
>zone out until a see some sign of life (I live in a heavily forested area, with deep thick forests.)
>its a tent
>far away from all camping areas
>decide to walk towards it
>two tents, a small fire
>someone sitting there
>stand in the shadows watching them
>cough
>he turns around
>"'oo dae fuck are yoo?"
>a tent flap opens and someone else comes out
>both of them look around 17
>person who came out of the tent taps the other guy on the shoulder and whispers something
>they offer me a drink
>take it
>sit there drinking in the middle of the forest with strangers in the middle of the night
>fall asleep
>feel warm and somewhat fulfilled
>wake up
>tents collapsed
>fire out
>campsite looks abandoned
>anythign I had of value is gone
>my backpack is on the other side of the campsite
>my letters strewn about
>see several burnt remains of letters amongst the ash where the fire used to be
>check my pockets
>pretty much everything gone
>watch gone
>i really liked that watch
>crawl over to my backpack
>rope was gone
>stand up, look around for anything of value
>find a bottle of beer
>slowly make my way back home sipping it
those lads were alright
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>>38527710
So there were 2 dudes camping in the forest? What were you talking about?
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>>38527710
I've always wanted to do the letter thing. I think about it a lot.
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>>38527875
Yeah, two dudes in the forest. SOrry it's poorly written. I'm tired.
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>19 year old college student
>have a drug problem and hate all my druggie friends and stupid courses
>have an exacto knife that a girl lent me to help cut out graffiti stencils for some stupid charity event because im a drawfag
>randomly take my entire stash of xanax in one go
>cut the fuck out of my arm vertically down the veins
>mfw I stop bleeding and it didnt work
>go to friends room bc out of cigarettes and pass out on his floor
>he calls an ambulance and i spend the next 2 months in a psych ward on campus and have a gay fucking scar on my arm
the psych ward just juiced me up with more drugs and only after i let my prescription run out and went thru withdrawl did i wake up and get my shit together again.
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>>38528146
Are you good now?
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>>38527347
>>cabin is lit and the driver is looking at me
>>shit.jpg
>>climb down as fast as possible
>>jump the fence and run back into the forest
>>get home
you don't see a shred of fate in this?
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>>38528177
Totally fine. Stopped doing drugs other than alcohol and transferred to design school on my own terms. Im never really emo, I think drugs played a big part of what made me suicidal.
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>>38528194
I thought about this a lot, because I scoped this place before many times and this was the first time I ever saw anyone around there, but then again life is not going any better...
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>in university halls
>Course is shit
>Hardly ever seen anyone
>Just study and read in the library
>24h library spend half my day there
>Get really depressed wasting my life
>Ponder suicide for months on end
>Finally decide to do it
>Try handing myself with a leather belt (quite thick)
>Hurts like shit and feel myself choking and blacking out
>Quickly grasp the chair with my feet and stand back up
>Don't sleep for the rest of the night or next day
>Within a week I check myself in at the hospital and haven't looked back since
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>>38528363
Did you actually think that would kill you? I mean I think its hard to choke yourself out with a belt
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