my first attempt was when i was 14. my dad has borderline personality disorder and he can FLIP out over anything at any time (espically tone of voice). basically, i couldnt handle it any more and took 35 asprin (only thing we had in the house). i was home alone until my uncle came in the kitchen and saw me crying and asked me what was wrong and i told him i felt bad that he was watching me die. my mom ran in the trauma room crying and stood by my side the whole time, i really felt loved at that point. 12hrs after being in the ER i was sent home. i got some therapy but then i guess i recovered because i dont feel like killing myself any more.