In the past I had set a date to end it all, on that day I found myself drunk with all the equipment to do it, then i got scared , scared of how it would hurt my family, and scared of the dying process itself. Afterwards i did feel bad for not doing it, and felt I so stupid and useless that I cant even kill myself. My motivation to die lessened after that, when i see my little niece each day smiling and playing im glad im still here (she is mainly the only reason im still here).