paul1404, on Dec 19 2008, 03:59 PM, said:
That usually cheers me up!
Seriously just to add to this thread...
I am 4 and 0, 4 attempts to kill myself all before I broke my back technically 0 successful thankfully! I have suffered from depression for the past o I dunno lets say 8-9 years, my first proper attempt or more of a cry for help came when I was 14, I tried to hang myself. My father who I live alone with thought this straight away although I denied it even when we were at our local hospital. I got away with a week off school and looking like crap for that week, the night before I was due to go back to school, same thing happened again. Of course then there was no hiding it. I went through counselling and started the anti-depressant game, I dropped out of mainstream school completely and never got back other than to do a couple of exams in an empty room on my own. Lots of traumatic times between the ages of 6-16 really contributed quite badly to what I felt at the time was a shite way to live.
Anyway when I finally became old enough to cast away school and do whatever the hell I wanted, I was forced pretty much to work so I could keep a roof above mine and my dad's head. Crappy agency work followed until I found a job at my local hospital which opened my eyes to alot of things in life. I then switched jobs inside the hospital from portering too sterilisation which was a terrible idea! I injured my shoulder quickly after joining them and then several arguments with my new manager followed. I got depressed again, was off work for a while with this shoulder problem but one really bad argument with that bold dickhead (pardon my french) pushed me over the edge. Got home and swallowed just about every pain killer I had for my shoulder and some other crap, that was a bit of a pain really because it meant I had to go back down to the pharmacy to get more painkillers. Problem being I collapsed in front off my dad and had to be hospitilised for 3 days after the overdose, doh!
After that again had an epiphinay of sorts, started a computer course to learn how to repair computers, got back to work, hated it! So I joined the portering again, which lost it's appeal very quickly, again. I finished my computer studies and went to take my two exams to get my qualification. First one I passed no problems but the second I failed by the smallest margin which sucked badly and hit me very very hard, I decided two weeks later to try again but failed again. I was pretty down after that but then I met someone, had a nice relationship for 2 weeks but then the rest of it 8 months or so was a nightmare

I had partnerned with an attention seeking vampiric like thing who had a family alot more disfunctional then the bloody osbournes! So this pushed me to the very edge, I mean the edge aswell I was struggling some days to even get up, I was ready to go to work one morning, picked up some turkey to make my sandwiches and it was out of date. Next minute I picked up the phone and told them I wasn't coming in (this was a thursday) but thought, o i'll go tommorow and not tell anyone about missing today. Of course didn't go the next day and come sunday night I phoned again and said won't be in monday morning.
It was that Monday morning I decided to get help, I went to work in my uniform ironically and explained the situation at home was getting worse and I needed help. I started counselling and more anti-depressents "yay", now I was 20 at this stage, I had played this game before and knew exactly what the outcome was going to be, the question was when. I broke up with the wench finally after too much arguing etc. got my arse back to work and thought for the first week wow this is better, it didn't help she was stalking me through that week and followed me to work everyday (I walked) but I felt a bit better. Then it all went tits up

so to speak. Finances started going pear shaped, money was scarse and 4 weeks later I decided one morning that's it, cya later!
I went to work as usual, showed my face and then said I'll go and do something etc. That was though getting on the local bus and going to the local shopping center. I texted my two best friends to say goodbye (bless them they are the only two that have stood by me since) and switched my phone off. Got there, got the top of the tallest mutli story car park (54 foot to be precise) and after 10-15 minutes of listening to dragonforce on my mp3 player decided time to go and jumped.
That was number 4 and the reason I'm here writing this, I landed in a tree thank god. It saved my life but broke my back. It took away so much but then again gave me a 2nd chance. It's slumping at an angle now but I'm sitting up straight! It was the best thing that could happen to me, I went through my rehab faster than you could say man united european champions (sorry chelski fans

) and since I have felt much better. Yes I am still on anti-depressants, so what? I feel happier now than I ever have, I am closer to friends and family now and I can still do the things I love.
What I would say to people who are thinking about suicide is why? Why are you thinking that way? How often? Have you tried things to take your mind of it? Have you seen a counseller or psychologist?
Stay Positive, it could be worse, life has alot to offer all of us, but it won't just come to your doorstep, you have to go out there and find it! Most importantly if you are feeling suicidal or thinking that way, talk to people about it, talking helps and is incredibly important!
James