Have you ever contemplated or attempted suicide?

I have never attempted it, but for years I would think about it every single day. I was rather surprised to find out that most people don’t. It seemed so normal to me to be thinking about it.

Yes, I have contemplated it, but I don’t know if I would have the guts to do it.

I thought about it, but it was gone before it was there.

I contemplate everyday and it’s a back up plan for the absolute worst case scenario. Like @BarnacleBill I find it very normal to think about. I probably think about it everyday, what would drive me to do it and how I would do it. I’m not necessarilly going to and I don’t want to end my life right now this minute but it’s definitely an option.

Yes, I have thought about it. Not recently, but in the past I probably did a more dwelling on the subject than your average person. I would never do it, I have been on the other side and I know how excruciating it is to lose a loved one that way.
Logic doesn’t always stop emotional thoughts, though.

No, but I know many people who have gone beyond mere contemplation.

I thought about it a lot when I was in so much pain and it seemed like that pain would go on forever. Since then, I’ve realize that’s what suicide is about. It’s not that anyone wants to commit suicide. It’s just that suicide seems like the only thing that will stop the pain.

I got so far as to contemplate methods—mainly jumping off the roof of a building. It was really scary sometimes how it seemed like the window was calling to me. It’s scary now to believe I was seriously thinking about it, and in danger of actually trying. I could have gotten really fucked up if I had, because it turns out that 8 floors is not sufficient to be sure you will succeed.

I would like to think that if there is a next time, I would remember it’s only about the pain and that I don’t really want to die. I hope I’ll remember there are other ways to deal with the pain. But I don’t know. Sometimes that thought can be so seductive, that you might just go through with it, as if you were sleepwalking. It’s like you get in some altered state of consciousness where you aren’t you, but you’re under the control of this nihilistic part of you that kind of relishes the thought of nothingness forever, not even knowing that there’s nothing.

Sometimes I get afraid that if I think about it, as I am now, I will pull myself down into that place that suicidal thoughts come from. Right now, in my mind, I feel like I’m trying to pull off this delicate balancing act of being able to think about it just enough to describe it, but not enough to start spiraling down.

Sometimes it seems like life is just so hard. There’s a kind of mental letting go I think I could do (don’t know because I’ve never done it), where I would let myself respond to that tug of nihilism, and go fully into the suicidal thoughts and forget everything else I know, and…

God I hope that’s just me being dramatic. I don’t want to think that could actually happen. Ok. I’m going to stop now. This line of thinking, as interesting as it might be, is bad for me.

I spent a large portion of my life actively suicidal. It’s an awful, awful way to live. I finally got the right kind of help, and the right medication, and can say with complete honesty that my life is so much better now. I am so glad I’m alive to experience it.

Never, and I have had some pretty dark moments, but no…I love life!

My injury was a watershed event. I have almost lived with as long after the injury than before. Along with the injury came bipolar disorder, and I have thought about it seriously several times. Luckily I am too chicken to attempt, and my doctors have put me on medicine that helps to change my mood.

Both… Unfortunately. :/

Yes, and kind of, after a long and serious depression. My depression symptoms don’t result in sorrow, but instead a complete loss of emotions. I could win the lottery; my family could be killed by an axe murderer… nothing. I decided to end it after nearly a year of feeling (or not feeling) like the walking dead. What was the point of living if I felt nothing? So I got a big sharp knife and decided to slit my throat ear to ear. I figured I could do it that way if I really wanted to die. Obviously, I couldn’t. I put the knife down and sought treatment. Several years and medications later, and I can honestly say that I’ve never felt better.

Contemplated it almost daily for years. Never actualy attempted it but I did once get very close to doing so. That scared me enough to go to my doctor.

Contemplation is quite often a daily occurence but the chickenness within would NEVER let me go ahead with it. If ever there was a coward…......
I would say that I would also be prevented from doing that thinking about a few of those close to me.

I have neither contemplated or attempted suicide. I have suffered from depression, but there has been nothing in my life that would tempt me to take my life.

I think about it every day, even made a plan. I shot myself once and it hurt and scared me bad so am a little wary of doing it again.