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I have not attempted. But those who have attempted suicide there are two ways of thinking. Those who desperately wanted to die but survived are repentant. It's a fact that most who survive suicide will attempt again till they succeed. And then there are those who consider themselves fortunate that they did not die. Reasons are many- hurting their loved ones, finding solutions to their problems, finding a motive to live.
More desperation than depression. My first was after a friendship broke down, which I simply couldn't cope with. The second when I was stuck in a bad situation regarding my housing. I was living with my father & stemum. She was very psychologically abusive & I was in between social housing at the time. I have really bad BPD (borderline). Things are much better now, overall. I did have an admission last year, but that was for the first time in several years.
That is wholly untrue. Only 7% of people who have survived an attempt actually go on to die by suicide. 23% had another non fatal attempt and 70% never try again.
There are many studies into this and they all come up with similar figures.
Here is one of them: https://www.hsph.harvard.edu/means-matter/means-matter/survival/
Back in my angst filled early teen years, I did attempt, several times, sort of. In hindsight, not really, not at all. But at the time I thought that I was. What did I learn? Suicide is super depressing, it sucks, and it's not fun. Never looked back. Not really.
I learned how devastated my friends and family would be. It absolutely blew everything apart and I'm not sure they'll ever totally recover from the trauma of it (and that's without even succeeding). I learned that I could (and did) end up with a permanent physical reminder of it. I learned that the repercussions of it can end careers, friendships and even marriages.
After I die, y'all will continue to wear sweaters and eat lunch and figure out ways to get out of social obligations so that you can watch cute animal videos in your underwear and, you know what, that's just fine by me.