Yes, I attempted suicide. Just a few weeks ago, on fathers' day, in fact. I went to a crisis center and told them that I'm about to have a breakdown. They basically ignored me (I have a couple of ideas why). I was told to leave. So, I bought a Pepsi in the waiting room and used it to wash down a mouth full of pills. The security guard took the rest of the pills away from me, but I stormed off. Then I waited, outside in a hidden corner. However, instead of just drifting off to sleep, I couldn't get comfortable because of the heat. I don't remember thinking clearly, but I vaguely remember walking down to an ER (while I'm seeing things; made for an interesting walk). I remember going in and telling them what happened and I remember how barely had the balance to sit up in the chair. Otherwise, it was a blur. I didn't remember much until I woke up the next day in the ER. I can't help but think, were it not for the heat, I wouldn't be here right now.