I tried to kill myself nearly two years ago, I really thought it was the end, I put a lot of thought into it and ended up failing :-( I was in hospital for a week, my partner didn't want me to go into a psychiatric hospital so I was allowed to go home. Ultimately it's the thought of failing again that stops me :-( It's a living hell, there isn't a day goes past where I wish I was dead. I hate the thought of the stigma I'd leave behind for my family but I know deep down, it's for the best in the long run, I just make everyone miserable.