I wouldn't even call this a try, but five years ago I was going through an event with a woman and took a knife to my wrist, just to see how hard it is to cut into a vein. I had quite a few drinks in me at the time, and I managed to actually puncture a vein. Blood jetted out like a squirtgun. I remember laughing a bit because it was so absurd. I stopped it up by tying a sock around my wrist. At this time I also had a gun. Still do. A nice .357 magnum. I had it out, loaded and had a nice letter written out, but I just couldn't do it. I guess I wasn't ready yet. I put in one of my favorite DVDs and drank beer. I worked 12 hours shifts at the time, and had four days off in a row. I pretty much lived on beer the whole time.
Recent events have brought all those horrible emotions back in a big way, and suicide has become an option again, but it's on the back burner now.