ANSWERS: 100
  • I was having a manic attack at the time, and that's why I even tried. Luckily for me, it ended before I did anything I may have regretted.
  • I realized how bad it would have hurt the people I was planning to leave behind.
  • My little sister. I couldn't do that to her.
  • Common sense.
  • fear, i was too scared to do it and i didn't want to hurt the people that love me.
  • I can't remember but Catcher in the Rye was that bad.
  • well i actually have attempted suicide, but once in the act, i realized what i was doing, thank god i had my phone in my pocket and i was able to get it and call for help. as i was laying there i just kept thinking what i was doing to myself and my family... and how much i would hurt them. i was terrified that i was going to die. and im thankful to this day that they were able to get to me in time.
  • I didn't do it correctly, didn't know much about it...
  • I've never tried to commit suicide and I will never.My grandpa used to say Only cowards commit suicide.
  • A family member did commit suicide and I remember the toll it took on the family and all the greif that we had because there was never a note or anything we are left to sepculate. I wouldn't do it, have a little boy to think about and I couldn't do that to my family again.
  • remembering that there are people who love and care about me. and i know that they would be disappointed that i ended my life when it wasn't supposed so end yet. and because it's a sin against God, for those who believe. wouldn't want to disappoint him either. (:
  • ill never know what stopped me i guess just thinking about the people i love and such. i dont have an explanation so far.
  • I have tried to kill myself a few times. one time the only reason i didn't suceed is the rope i was using broke, and after that something always came along to help me. A new friend, who remains my best friend 5 years later, my two wonderful nieces :P... something has always stopped me.
  • The Lord Jesus Christ, the One who gave me life in the first place. If it were not for Him and His intervention in my life...I don't believe that I would be here right now. -In the Master's service. Thank you and God bless you!
  • A combination of lethargy, lack of easily accessible means, and a sort of half-arsed hope that maybe I'd wake up tomorrow and find that everything was just a dream.
  • it was too much effort. I thought about it lots of times, but the thought of getting out of bed, walking throught the house and finding a razor/pills/whatever was more tiring than I can begin to explain. If I'm joking about it (which I do form time to time), I say I was too depressed to kill myself
  • There was something good coming on the History Channel.
  • I've never contemplated suicide, but the thing that stopped somebody I know was the fact that I found him, shouted for help and three of us untied the rope from the beam he was hanging from. Thank God there were people nearby to hear my shouts for help because this person went on to make a contribution to society and live a full life.
  • the fact that life insurance won't pay my family in the event of my death so I am stuck on this stupid rock until who knows when
  • The possibility of bieng caught or stopped and having to hear about how stupid it was. If I do it and do it correctly I wont have to be hassled by idiots who don't understand that stopping me is the WORST thing they could've done.
  • I found out that it could be fatal.
  • when i started listening to my chemical romance. i haven't had a suicidal thought since, and i've been happier.
  • My Mom...All the times I have thought about it- there is only one thing that has stopped me every time and that is the thought of hurting her. She is my best friend and she would be devastated.
  • a parvolex drip
  • A stomach pump.
  • I really don't know. Maybe I didn't really wanna do it or the fact I'd end up in hell suffering even more. Or maybe the fact that it was gonna hurt. I don't have a definite answer and i doubt i ever will.
  • fear of failure. fear of wasting my life. fear of not fulfilling my dreams and hopes. fear of not loving. But mostly fear of wasting my life after everything my grandparents had to overcome in their lives to give me what I have.
  • The thought of it hurting.
  • Sadly, the only thing that stops me is the pain I'd have to go through.
  • Suicide is harder than it looks. I managed to put myself in hospital a few times before I gave up.
  • seeing what it did to me when i lost someone to it. i could never put anyone through that.
  • Myself.
  • Being afraid of what might be after....I'd hate to be in purgatory or something. I'll just have to wait until I go naturally!
  • So far, knowing that it would devastate my mom is what has stopped me. She has already been through so much in her life that I don't want to add to it. Sometimes I do think about ways to make it look more like an accident though.
  • I haven't stop trying, but the hospital locked ward has made me think about not failing. I really don't like living in pain. I'm still here because of I failed twice. Once I didn't die from the carbon monoxide and the other I failed trying to hang myself while in the hospital (psycy ward) using strips of my blanket. In the psych ward, there are nothing to tie anything to in the room, so I tried to twist the blanket around my neck. Just as I got it tight enough to feel the pressure in my face, I has a nurse pulling my hands off. I learned that attempting suicide in the hospital will make you wish that you died. I was placed in a guarded room and didn't have any rights after that. I got out after 5 weeks. I still think about stopping the pain, but I can't stop the visions of the hospital's locked ward.
  • the thought of my family and frends and the effect it would have on my mum
  • My S/O is who saved my life (literally)
  • commedy. fuse tv. bad music. relization that if i did, they would win, and i wouldn't be able to save other people like me.but mostly the whitest kids u'know.
  • I had swallowed the first two pills with gulps of scotch when the phone rang. My best friend and his wife wanted me to join them for dinner. Right then. I said, "No, you don't want me." They countered, insisted, I went. I got home, flushed the pain killers, poured the scotch down the drain and have never seriously considered it again.
  • Thinking about the impact that it would have on my siblings...especially my youngest brother. I can't put him through that.
  • I'm not really certain. I had it planned perfectly and the day picked. For some reason I just didn't. Call it divine intervention, I guess.
  • The realization that I would not be solving anything..I would be running away from it and causing so many more problems for everyone else in my life. From that day on, I refuse to let anything get me to that point again. Whatever comes I will deal with it and as a result, I become stronger.
  • The fact that I never tried and I never will. :P
  • Strangely enough, depression probably saved my life in that department. Besides knowing what devastation I would leave behind, I was too depressed and hopeless to believe it would be any better "on the other side." Thank goodness I never gave in to the pain. I would have missed out on some of the best days of my life:)
  • The love of life... My ambitions and goals... The people I love... The adventures I still have to do... The experience of living...
  • My wife and kids.
  • My family. I'd never want to upset them in any way. If I had no family, I would do it for sure.
  • Too chickenshit I guess.
  • thinking of my grandpa my best friend saying she'd be pissed at me at my funeral the thought of my mom maybe actually giving a damn my cousins that i was closest too at the time i wanted to
  • i didn't know if you could acheive going to heaven or not. and i know heaven is peaceful and there's no suffering. so if you suffer and commit suicide, killing yourself is really only the begining. and i actually made a set day to commit suicide, but i was too distracted when that time came around that i just forgot about doing it. i'm more depressed now than then, so i occasionaly cut myself. i'm afraid of dying though.
  • A car crash, I know it sounds insane, but that was my wake-up call to how precious life really is.
  • Well, one time it was at school, out the back of one of the buildings, and of all things, a teacher came up and started talking to me. Epic fail. Then another time, it may have been the first time I heard the song 'Kill All Your Friends' by My Chemical Romance. And I stopped, and mused at the thought of killing everyone I knew. Then another time, somehow, impossible as it would seem, I could find no knives or razors or anything. (what can I say? I'm the cutting type) And there were others but I don't recall particularly well.
  • My parents found what I was going to do it with took me to the ER and had me admitted to the psych ward
  • My best friends Laura, Sam, & Zac. My love, Jordan & Jesus.
  • I got tired of being the victim. I can't really explain it except that nothing was going right in my life. Finally the last straw pushed me in the opposite direction of where I was heading. I woke up and said enough. Although I don't think I will commit suicide, I certainly still have weak days.
  • tohght that as i will die one day anyway, why not enjoy life now, i get 1 time to see what life is like but all of eternity for the next, why miss out. even if its shit, you only have to live it once plus you get the good parts with the bad, so why not try life out, just for 70 years if that, what have u got to loose? eternity can wait but your favoirtte TV show is on in ten minutes
  • In my youth, I went to the funeral of someone who DID commit suicide. There were so many people in tears, & I knew at least 3 of them who would probably carry this pain for many years to come. Promised myself right then, I would never be the cause of such pain.
  • the will to LIVE
  • losing a friend to suicide
  • Nothing. I survived one attempt and planning another. I want it to work so will use two methods at once. Much as I try to avoid a repeat attempt, I know it is in the future. Not a friend or aquaintence or family in the world. Only people that will miss me are my doctors that have tried to keep me here. 20+ years of therapy and medication hasn't improved anything.
  • Fear of what comes next if I take my own life.
  • Because somewhere in the back of my head I realize there are people who love me.
  • Its a selfish horrible thing to do that buys your immediate peace from a temporary depression, by magnifying and duplicating the pain and sharing it out to all your friends and family for the rest of their lives. You sell them out for yourself, and that would be even worse than sticking around and working a way through this.
  • i don't know. i thought i was wasting a perfectly good life and was a drain on society and the people around me. i also thought about the effect it would have on the people and was in two minds (hindsight maybe that i didn't because was not 100% sure) and i was 15. i had the knife in my hand on the verge to do it. but the calming sound of my mams voice made me realise that i was loved.
  • Finding my husband..
  • someone that actually cares about me. its ONE person. ONE. and that was enough. i'm 15, and alone in this world. yea i have a dad, but he doesn't care. the person that cares isn't even family, and he was enough to stop me.
  • Too chickens**t to do it.
  • a miss fire,that let me know it wasn't my time.
  • My mother would die from heart attack
  • the thought of leaving my little niece and my boyfriend, they both make me happy and i felt like i would of let them down if i did it.
  • i fell in love. i knew it was selfish. i wanted to give it a second chance.
  • i fell in love. i knew it was selfish. i wanted to give it a second chance.
  • The hurt it would have caused my Mother.
  • My friend took me down from the noose.
  • idk that i have decided not to but i guess i cudnt put ny1 who cares about me in any pain
  • The lack of both adequate anger and selfishness?! ;-)
  • Didn't try
  • my nephew. hes the reason why it stopped me from doing it. ive been feeling depressed and have been wanting to kill myself for 4 years. my nephew is now 1 but i still wanna do it. any help please??
  • The good Lord from above.
  • The pain i knew it would cause others. I dont want to make someone experiance the same things i did because i commited suicide.
  • knowing that it was a way to temporarily escape the pain, and not a long-term solution.
  • After over 20 years and literally thousands of attempts, there have been numerous things that have stopped me, but I am starting to think that I am either immortal, or (despite my being an Atheist) there must really be a God and a Devil and the pair of them are arguing "You have him!" "Sod off! You have him!" "I don't bloody want him, he's yours!" "No way Jose! You sodding have him!" and so on, and they won;t let me die until they sort out which of them gets me. But on a serious point... I have done numerous attempts, and in a variety of ways, here are some of the reasons why I failed... I took one overdose, that actaully worked. However, I passed out, fell over, smashed a lamp and received an electric shock from the broken lamp that restarted my heart. I jumped in front of a train, was hit by it and sent 35 feet through the air... straight into a lake which broke my fall and saved me. I shut myself away, hadn't had anyone speak or visit me for over two months, took a razor and slit my throat. As soon as I did it, my ex girlfriend turned up (to pick up some clothes she had left behind) and called an ambulance for me. Numerous times I have taken such huge overdoses of tablets that I have lost consiousness, then vomited up the tablets because I my stomach was so full from all the tablets and liquid that I washed them down with (so ridding my body of the tablets I had swallowed). It's SO lovely having to clean up all that vomit while already feeling terrible from the effects of the overdose! Went into some deserted woodlands, opened an artery in my arm and lay down to die. Woke in hospital two days later after having lost 6 pints of blood, but someone had found me while walking their dog at midnight in the woods. Was shot (twice), but both times the bullet passed straight though me without hitting any arteries or organs. Injected air directly into a vein, which caused a heart attack, but neighbour downstairs heard me crash to the ground and called the police and ambulance. Rode a motorbike into a brick wall at 87mph, but just broke my legs and ended up with most of the bike in my legs and abdomen. Slit my wrists (well, arms actually), but got so bored waiting to die that I wanted a cigarette. Someone noticed the blood and called an ambulance. Injected an overdose of illegal drugs, only to find that I had been sold something completely useless and harmless (really unhappy about that one, as I paid a fortune for that too!) Taken a few overdoses of sleeping tablets, only to wake up a few days later feeling terrible, covered in vomit and crap and feeling hungover. Stabbed myself in the chest, passed out (as usual) and woke up about 12 hours later now having to remove the knife because it hadn't worked. Tried to hang myself, rope broke, as did my ankles when I landed. Every time I try to overdose using alcohol to wash the drugs down, I end up throwing up because I am drunk. Took some sleeping pills, while covering my head with a plastic bag (to suffocate myself). Woke up and found that the bag had a hole it it and I'd just managed to contain all the vomit from the overdose in the bag with me so was completely covered in it. Walked into a desert in Africa to die, but a local tribeman found me and took my body back to their vilage until I recovered. Ran onto a motorway to get myself run over. Every vehicle missed me and I got arrested for causing an accident. Was bitten by a poisonous snake... discovered that I am one of the 1% of the human population that just get sick from their bite and don't die. I know all this sounds unbelievable and far-fetched, but I promise you that I tried tham all. Like I said above, I am starting to think I am immortal!
  • My friend called me and asked what I was up to so I told him and he came to my house straight away. The bastard!
  • "Here in the bathroom with me are razor blades. Here is iodine to drink. Here are sleeping pills to swallow. You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be. Every time you don’t throw yourself down the stairs, that’s a choice. Every time you don’t crash your car, you reenlist" that quote pretty much saved me (after i had cut my wrist, i stopped the bleeding myself and my parents didnt see it until a couple weeks later.) i vowed never to do anything like that again.
  • The pain it would cause to the people around me.
  • I guess simple fact that when it came right down to the blade kissing my flesh, I just wasn't ready to give up so early.
  • I was so close and I was able to pull the shotgun out of my mouth with a simple thought. Nature will kill me soon enough. There is no need to rush the process. Making it through today is often all it takes. I hope I remember that the next time.
  • Never even thinking about it.
  • This questions suggests there is some sort of compulsion to suicide. I don't feel such a compulsion so my first answer is "no interest in suicide". But if you're tempted by the idea I suggest the realistic way to look at it is whether you can honestly say there is something you yet want to do, someone you want to see, someplace you want to go, some experience you want to have. My life is filled with things of that sort, things I want to do, to see, to be and so forth. For me, life is filled with opportunities, challenges, rewards and satisfactions. But it really comes down to an attitude of mind. If your attitude makes your life difficult, consider changing your attitude.
  • ive never wanted to. i have a great love of myself and others ~ a boundless passion for life ~ i have never lost the sense of awe and wonder of the world that ive had since childhood ~ i always try to look at the world with fresh eyes ~ ive got the dreamers disease. but most of all, i dont live just for myself ~ i have a deep desire to make a difference in this world, help others and touch hearts. i answered another question of yours recently ender about your ex-girlfriend, and after seeing this question i took the liberty of checking out your other questions. i saw that youre struggling with depression. i would encourage you to get treatment for it. ive lived with people who have had depression and bi-polar disorder, and ive helped them work through it ~ its amazing how well anti-depressants can help chemical imbalances. i would also try to reach out to others and stop focusing on your own woes so much. and forgive everyone, including yourself. ive had a life less ordinary myself, been through some terribly rough times, but i wouldnt change a thing. sometimes you have to lose your way completely to truly find yourself. if you ever need a friendly ear, feel free to drop me a line.
  • Being alive.
  • the possibility that whatever comes after this life is gonna suck infinitely more, so I figure I might as well kill some time and stick around in this existence, because I'll find out what comes next soon enough without doing it myself.
  • I want to see what surprises life holds for me next. I believe there is something to look forward to.
  • Because then I'll never get to find out what the next thing is that makes my life miserable!
  • Hope! You can't see it, but you can feel it. Just like faith. Believing in something you can't see, butknowing there is good.
  • I wouldnt ever do it Your hurting other people as well as yourself.
  • So many more folks to piss off.
  • Medications.

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