While some might dispute this isn't a full-out attempt, three weeks ago I stayed up for two days straight, then I preceded to drink unusually heavily while mixing my drinking with a concoction (that I wouldn't post here). I say that my attempt wasn't overtly suicidual, but to be honest I don't remember how much I drunk or imbibed, nor was feeling sad during the period. It was harrowing, howover, and disgusting---I woke up in piss and shit and still wearing the clothes I had worn that day. At first I had no idea what time it was, and vomited several times during that night. It took me 24 hours just to feel not so weak, and I didn't bother going to a hospital. If I had ODed, no one would have found me until much later. What I find rather bothersome is that I wasn't in the mode, "This is it, I'm going to leave this earth now"---I typically am pretty lucid even when I drink, and I can't say what motivated me to go overboard. It's eerie knowing that I could actually do this without much sentiment or regret. Holy shit.