Well I failed but it wasn't for the lack of trying. I took enough of xyz to do the trick but apparently in a "drunkin" state I got up to go to the bathroom and passed out. My husband heard me fall, came to check on me and realized what I had done and called the paramedics. dang dang dang. But I did find out who I can really depend on. My son stayed right by my side from the time that I was admitted until I was released. Somehow I convinced the doctor that it was NOT intentional. Seeing the pain in my little boy's eyes (he is 21) I promied him that I will enter into intense therapy. Please everyone out there, suicide may be a fantacy but death is very real and permanent. Peace.