I'm new to all this. Depression and suicide has been my mistress for many years, not been very successful depending which way you look at it. The thought of suicide has almost become a comfort blanket to me, just knowing its an option. The damage I've done to my life by failing makes coping after each bungled attempt even harder but I seem to pick myself up and start again until I end up right back where I started. My last failed attempt resulted in me losing the most important things in my life, my wife and children. Her words to me after the event, "you can't do anything right, you can't even kill yourself"' will haunt me for sometime.