I say with confidence that it was my last attempt, as I hope it never happens again. It was nothing original: it was Christmas Day, I was alone, and I tried to hang myself in the garage with my belt. I actually blacked out. My last thought was "This is it. I'm dead." But twenty minutes later, I woke up. My mom says an angel was holding me up. When that didn't work, I tried twice more, in different places in the house, but no luck. It was the second time I've tried to hang myself, and it never worked. When it didn't work this time I cut my wrists with a razor, but didn't do any serious damage. I'm thinking of getting the lines tattooed on my wrist. While the scars have nearly faded, every time I looked at them it made me realize I never want to attempt suicide again.