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The closest I've really come is the planning stage, even though I was fairly sure that I wouldn't actually do it anyway. The internet isn't much use to be honest as most searches for suicide came up with a load of sites telling me not to do it and advising me to ring 'saneline'. I did, however, manage to locate the drop tables used by British hangmen. Apparently, for my weight I'd need about a 6 foot drop to do the job properly.
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The Lord works in mysterias ways. He implanted a defensive meganizm in our minds for survival instincts. Many times in the past I did think about it but didn't go through because if I could think clearly enought to think of ways those defensive instincts would kick in. When I finally did, I recall I was not in my right mind and was determined after the first gun attempt.
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A few years ago I had attempted suicide i was so certain i was going to go through with i that i planned the perfect suicide. I had taken poison and was going to jump off a cliff with a noose around my neck and to make sure that i died i was going to shoot myself as i fell. I jumped off and the rope alterd my aim and i ended up missing my head, the bullet then cut the rope and i plummeted into the sea below, gasping for air i swallowed alot of salt water which in turn made me puke up the poison i had taken earlier. This is when i was saved, and i immediately had faith from then on.
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I was 16 when I tried to kill myself.
I took a bottle and a half of tylenol and sleep aids. I went into my bathroom, blasted music, laid in the tub, and turned the water on. I figured that either I would die from the overdose, or from drowning. My sister came into the bathroom and saw me, she called 911 and I was rushed to the hospital. My stomach was pumped, and I had to stay in the hospital for 2 weeks for counseling. While i was in the hospital my sister would pray with me, this was a big deal because my family (although they believed in god) never went to church. My sister was only 11 yrs old and she helped me find Jesus.
I never again tried to harm myself.
I took a bottle and a half of tylenol and sleep aids. I went into my bathroom, blasted music, laid in the tub, and turned the water on. I figured that either I would die from the overdose, or from drowning. My sister came into the bathroom and saw me, she called 911 and I was rushed to the hospital. My stomach was pumped, and I had to stay in the hospital for 2 weeks for counseling. While i was in the hospital my sister would pray with me, this was a big deal because my family (although they believed in god) never went to church. My sister was only 11 yrs old and she helped me find Jesus.
I never again tried to harm myself.
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suicidal feeling crosses me several times if im in depressed state. i've been having the feeling since high school. i didnt fit well with the classmates and often being the target of bully. i took pills but it didnt work. i got stomachach and kept puking for 1-2 days. i was thinking to cut my wrist but to scared to execute the idea. jumping from high floor was another idea but didnt have the guts to jump.
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yeah that should say something about you. to not be able to go through with it. you care enough about you to keep from doing it. and thats all that matters, just be you. quit worryiing about all this stuff and just try to better yourself with every second of everyday, all the material stuff will follow
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I never did myself, but, I unknowingly assisted on of my friends.
It was during gym class and she had asked me if she could borrow my sweater, and unlike me she was skin and bones pretty much, so I didn't see the harm in it. She had gone into the locker room five minutes before everyone else had, she said she wasn't feeling well.
So the rest of us girls get in the locker room, we didn't see her or anything, so we figured she must have gone to the nurse's office. We all get ready to, and most of the girls went on to chapel, me and three of my other friends decide to wait for her to get back, (her non-gym clothes were still there.) And then I notice that there's someone laying down in the handicap bathroom, so I peek under, it was our friend. I say her name and she doesn't respond, and my other friends ask what's going on, so I slid under the door and unlocked so we could all get in.
When we looked closer, she had a shirt tied around her neck and to the other end of the shirt was the sweater I had loaned her, she came to and told us what she had done...
after that, she had gone into counseling, she was there 'til mid June, a couple weeks later, we had a little party, we burned the sweater and the shirt in a bonfire, that day was very emotional, but liberating too...
It was during gym class and she had asked me if she could borrow my sweater, and unlike me she was skin and bones pretty much, so I didn't see the harm in it. She had gone into the locker room five minutes before everyone else had, she said she wasn't feeling well.
So the rest of us girls get in the locker room, we didn't see her or anything, so we figured she must have gone to the nurse's office. We all get ready to, and most of the girls went on to chapel, me and three of my other friends decide to wait for her to get back, (her non-gym clothes were still there.) And then I notice that there's someone laying down in the handicap bathroom, so I peek under, it was our friend. I say her name and she doesn't respond, and my other friends ask what's going on, so I slid under the door and unlocked so we could all get in.
When we looked closer, she had a shirt tied around her neck and to the other end of the shirt was the sweater I had loaned her, she came to and told us what she had done...
after that, she had gone into counseling, she was there 'til mid June, a couple weeks later, we had a little party, we burned the sweater and the shirt in a bonfire, that day was very emotional, but liberating too...
I think its natural to a point , for if we don't reach that point in our lives then we have no appreciation for the good.
I ve thought about it countless times, but could never do it. Always another day for things to get better. I always rejoice thinking back on my hard times and say to myself what was I thinking.
Just remember its the cowards way out , and you doom yourself to Hell if ya do.......
I ve thought about it countless times, but could never do it. Always another day for things to get better. I always rejoice thinking back on my hard times and say to myself what was I thinking.
Just remember its the cowards way out , and you doom yourself to Hell if ya do.......
