Since the end of my childhood I thought obsessively about my death. It became self termination, soon after. I tried to kill myself three times, one OD, going to a cliff to jump (I didn’t, and suffered no injury), and drowning. I wasn’t under long enough to pass out. I’ve held a knife in my hands thinking about burying it in my body multiple times. I think about suicide constantly, but over the years only attempted really once, I suppose. I feel as though I don’t have the right to call myself suicidal. If I’m not that, what am I? If I don’t feel this way, can I feel anything else?
I don’t want to live, but I must suspect I won’t be able to kill myself either. Hoarding pills isn’t good, after all.
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Pills usually don’t work, just so you know. And slitting the wrists is very low success rate also…
What has driven you to these thoughts and attempts?
I feel the same way. And I’ve tried the OD. I’d used the wrong medications. I’ve done boatloads of research and now I know that has an extremely high chance of success…
Life has. I do alright day to day, but at the end of the night I hurt bad I want to die.
i feel same way, i have made many attempts but none having even come close to me being dead and it is very frustrating i need to find a sure easy way…….
Hanging or jumping. Those are the 2 most successful ways. But not at all easy to implement. They’re scary, and that’s why so many of us are still here.
I plan to do both. Jump off a bridge with a noose around my neck. Like an old execution. Broken neck = quick death.
Just my take on it, though.
I researched it, even looked up kinds of rope. There are no bridges where I am and I’m not confident my ceiling fan can hold my weight. I though about door knob hanging.