Feel free to go anon if you wish. I'm just wondering.. obviously, if you've tried to do it and you're reading this, you didn't exactly succeed... so I wanna know, how did you feel when you realized that everything didn't go as planned and you did not die? Were you upset and angry? Or did you feel like you've been given a second chance? Thankful? Did you regret that you tried to? Basically, HOW DID YOU FEEL AND HOW DID YOUR LIFE CHANGE AFTERWARDS? Did people treat you differently? And what method did you use to try to commit suicide? I just wanna hear storiiiiiieeees.
Most Helpful Guy
Well, When i was at school, I was Obese, And obviously got bullied a lot, And there was this one day, It was a Monday, And the weekend before, My grandma had just died, so obviously i felt like shit. And, i got into school, Got bullied to fuck as usual, but, this day was espcially bad, I even got pushed down the stairs on the bus on the way home.
So, That night, I went about commiting suicide, I didn't really give a shit how, I just couldnt put up with this shit anymore, So, Went to the Medicine cabinet in the bathroom, Basically just took a load of everything, Sat down in the corner of the room, And just went to sleep. Woke up the next morning *Sorry if this is gross*, covered in my own vomit, And with what is possibly the most severe stomach pain and headache I've ever had.
I'm sure the next time i attempt it, I will try something like Carbon Monoxide poisoning or some shit if i ever feel that low again, Since i now know how bad Overdosing is, But yeah... it sucks. and no, My life had not changed at all.6
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Most Helpful Girl
I did when I was 10. I got bullied since I started school up until high school, but that year, I dealt with a lot more and a nasty rumour spread so I tried to hang myself after watching a documentary about a girl who hung herself so I tried to do it the same way. The years after that, there were multiple times where I thought about dying but never actually attempted it again. I actually became depressed late 2014 the first semester and thought about it a lot but never considered actually doing it again. The time I actually attemped, I would always stop because I'd be thinking about my family and how selfish I was for trying to leave them and take the unspecified item from around my neck and just cry then go to sleep.2