A few weeks ago, I was so upset my something that one of my teachers said to me at school that I ran out of the school and planned to go through with my suicide plan. Before you start saying that some teacher saying something mean to you is not a good enough reason to end your life, things had been getting progressively worse and worse in my life for the past months leading up to my suicide attempt; dealing with having to tell my parents I was molested by a priest when I was a little girl and them making it seem as though it was my fault, supporting friends with drug addictions, failing subjects, feeling inadequate, etc. I ran out of the school and down past the shops near my house where I bought several bunches of flowers. I then ran the rest of the way home crying all the way, got home, got the jar of pills I had been collating, cleaned the bathroom (I didn't want to die in a dirty bathroom for some reason, I was psycho at the time), covered the bathroom in flowets, got in the bath and started swallowing pills along with shots of vodka. The phone rang. I let it go to voicemail. It was my mum. I felt guilty and picked it up. She told me that the school had called and told her that I had ran away. She didn't understand what was going on. She even put me on hold to take another "more important call". I told her I loved her very much and hung up the phone. I got back in the bath and continued swallowing pills. My mum came home as soon as I hung up and found me in the bath. By now I was feeling pretty woosy. She didn't take me to the emergency room. She simply stuck her fingers down my throat and made me throw up the pills and vodka. Then she made me stay awake all day and night until the chemicals passed through my body. She tried to talk to me about why I had tried to end my life but, I instead ended up counselling her about her failing marriage and her role as a mother. She sent me to school the next day, none of the issues being resolved in my eyes, but in her eyes I was abseloutely fine. Last week I was in the same situation and was going to end my life by jumping off a bridge. I was stopped by my psychologist who got worried about where I was and drove up to the bridge to talk me into coming down and working through some issues. My parents response was they didn't believe I would actually end my life. They said I didn't have the guts. I don't know how to show them that I am serious about ending my life. I have had other suicide attempts in the past, but none of that means anything to them. I feel so alone in the world and I have no idea what to do anymore when I have the deep, dark depressive thoughts that make me want to swallow the whole medicine cabinet or jump off a bridge. So anyway, who else's parents or family don't understand why you want to take your own life?