What stopped you from commiting suicide?

In my youth, I went to the funeral of someone who DID commit suicide.
There were so many people in tears, & I knew at least 3 of them
who would probably carry this pain for many years to come.
Promised myself right then, I would never be the cause of such pain.

I decided to kill myself by jumping from the mezzanine into the showcases of diamonds on the main floor at Tiffany's in NY. When I got there I discovered that there was no mezzanine from which to jump.

I took that as an omen and decided to stop feeling sorry for myself and to get to work.

There were some bas---ds who wanted me dead, and although I was starving, miserable, lice infested and I wanted to die, I wouldn't give them the satisfaction.

losing a friend to suicide

the will to LIVE

My little sister. I couldn't do that to her.

I had swallowed the first two pills with gulps of scotch when the phone rang. My best friend and his wife wanted me to join them for dinner. Right then. I said, "No, you don't want me." They countered, insisted, I went. I got home, flushed the pain killers, poured the scotch down the drain and have never seriously considered it again.

I realized how bad it would have hurt the people I was planning to leave behind.

ill never know what stopped me i guess just thinking about the people i love and such. i dont have an explanation so far.

A family member did commit suicide and I remember the toll it took on the family and all the greif that we had because there was never a note or anything we are left to sepculate. I wouldn't do it, have a little boy to think about and I couldn't do that to my family again.

The Lord Jesus Christ, the One who gave me life in the first place. If it were not for Him and His intervention in my life...I don't believe that I would be here right now.


-In the Master's service.
Thank you and God bless you!

it was too much effort.
I thought about it lots of times, but the thought of getting out of bed, walking throught the house and finding a razor/pills/whatever was more tiring than I can begin to explain.
If I'm joking about it (which I do form time to time), I say I was too depressed to kill myself

This questions suggests there is some sort of compulsion to suicide. I don't feel such a compulsion so my first answer is "no interest in suicide". But if you're tempted by the idea I suggest the realistic way to look at it is whether you can honestly say there is something you yet want to do, someone you want to see, someplace you want to go, some experience you want to have. My life is filled with things of that sort, things I want to do, to see, to be and so forth. For me, life is filled with opportunities, challenges, rewards and satisfactions. But it really comes down to an attitude of mind. If your attitude makes your life difficult, consider changing your attitude.

After over 20 years and literally thousands of attempts, there have been numerous things that have stopped me, but I am starting to think that I am either immortal, or (despite my being an Atheist) there must really be a God and a Devil and the pair of them are arguing "You have him!" "Sod off! You have him!" "I don't bloody want him, he's yours!" "No way Jose! You sodding have him!" and so on, and they won;t let me die until they sort out which of them gets me.

But on a serious point...

I have done numerous attempts, and in a variety of ways, here are some of the reasons why I failed...

I took one overdose, that actaully worked. However, I passed out, fell over, smashed a lamp and received an electric shock from the broken lamp that restarted my heart.

I jumped in front of a train, was hit by it and sent 35 feet through the air... straight into a lake which broke my fall and saved me.

I shut myself away, hadn't had anyone speak or visit me for over two months, took a razor and slit my throat. As soon as I did it, my ex girlfriend turned up (to pick up some clothes she had left behind) and called an ambulance for me.

Numerous times I have taken such huge overdoses of tablets that I have lost consiousness, then vomited up the tablets because I my stomach was so full from all the tablets and liquid that I washed them down with (so ridding my body of the tablets I had swallowed). It's SO lovely having to clean up all that vomit while already feeling terrible from the effects of the overdose!

Went into some deserted woodlands, opened an artery in my arm and lay down to die. Woke in hospital two days later after having lost 6 pints of blood, but someone had found me while walking their dog at midnight in the woods.

Was shot (twice), but both times the bullet passed straight though me without hitting any arteries or organs.

Injected air directly into a vein, which caused a heart attack, but neighbour downstairs heard me crash to the ground and called the police and ambulance.

Rode a motorbike into a brick wall at 87mph, but just broke my legs and ended up with most of the bike in my legs and abdomen.

Slit my wrists (well, arms actually), but got so bored waiting to die that I wanted a cigarette. Someone noticed the blood and called an ambulance.

Injected an overdose of illegal drugs, only to find that I had been sold something completely useless and harmless (really unhappy about that one, as I paid a fortune for that too!)

Taken a few overdoses of sleeping tablets, only to wake up a few days later feeling terrible, covered in vomit and crap and feeling hungover.

Stabbed myself in the chest, passed out (as usual) and woke up about 12 hours later now having to remove the knife because it hadn't worked.

Tried to hang myself, rope broke, as did my ankles when I landed.

Every time I try to overdose using alcohol to wash the drugs down, I end up throwing up because I am drunk.

Took some sleeping pills, while covering my head with a plastic bag (to suffocate myself). Woke up and found that the bag had a hole it it and I'd just managed to contain all the vomit from the overdose in the bag with me so was completely covered in it.

Walked into a desert in Africa to die, but a local tribeman found me and took my body back to their vilage until I recovered.

Ran onto a motorway to get myself run over. Every vehicle missed me and I got arrested for causing an accident.

Was bitten by a poisonous snake... discovered that I am one of the 1% of the human population that just get sick from their bite and don't die.

I know all this sounds unbelievable and far-fetched, but I promise you that I tried tham all. Like I said above, I am starting to think I am immortal!

thinking of my grandpa
my best friend saying she'd be pissed at me at my funeral
the thought of my mom maybe actually giving a damn
my cousins that i was closest too at the time i wanted to

My family. I'd never want to upset them in any way. If I had no family, I would do it for sure.

the thought of my family and frends and the effect it would have on my mum

So far, knowing that it would devastate my mom is what has stopped me. She has already been through so much in her life that I don't want to add to it. Sometimes I do think about ways to make it look more like an accident though.

A stomach pump.

I have tried to kill myself a few times. one time the only reason i didn't suceed is the rope i was using broke, and after that something always came along to help me. A new friend, who remains my best friend 5 years later, my two wonderful nieces :P... something has always stopped me.

Common sense.

So many more folks to piss off.

I got tired of being the victim. I can't really explain it except that nothing was going right in my life. Finally the last straw pushed me in the opposite direction of where I was heading. I woke up and said enough. Although I don't think I will commit suicide, I certainly still have weak days.

My best friends Laura, Sam, & Zac. My love, Jordan & Jesus.

A car crash, I know it sounds insane, but that was my wake-up call to how precious life really is.

My wife and kids.

Strangely enough, depression probably saved my life in that department. Besides knowing what devastation I would leave behind, I was too depressed and hopeless to believe it would be any better "on the other side." Thank goodness I never gave in to the pain. I would have missed out on some of the best days of my life:)

seeing what it did to me when i lost someone to it. i could never put anyone through that.

Sadly, the only thing that stops me is the pain I'd have to go through.

My Mom...All the times I have thought about it- there is only one thing that has stopped me every time and that is the thought of hurting her. She is my best friend and she would be devastated.

I found out that it could be fatal.

A combination of lethargy, lack of easily accessible means, and a sort of half-arsed hope that maybe I'd wake up tomorrow and find that everything was just a dream.

fear, i was too scared to do it and i didn't want to hurt the people that love me.

Hope! You can't see it, but you can feel it. Just like faith. Believing in something you can't see, butknowing there is good.

My S/O is who saved my life (literally)

remembering that there are people who love and care about me. and i know that they would be disappointed that i ended my life when it wasn't supposed so end yet. and because it's a sin against God, for those who believe. wouldn't want to disappoint him either. (:

well i actually have attempted suicide, but once in the act, i realized what i was doing, thank god i had my phone in my pocket and i was able to get it and call for help. as i was laying there i just kept thinking what i was doing to myself and my family... and how much i would hurt them. i was terrified that i was going to die. and im thankful to this day that they were able to get to me in time.

I was having a manic attack at the time, and that's why I even tried. Luckily for me, it ended before I did anything I may have regretted.

I want to see what surprises life holds for me next. I believe there is something to look forward to.

Never even thinking about it.

tohght that as i will die one day anyway, why not enjoy life now, i get 1 time to see what life is like but all of eternity for the next, why miss out.

even if its shit, you only have to live it once plus you get the good parts with the bad, so why not try life out, just for 70 years if that, what have u got to loose? eternity can wait but your favoirtte TV show is on in ten minutes

The realization that I would not be solving anything..I would be running away from it and causing so many more problems for everyone else in my life. From that day on, I refuse to let anything get me to that point again. Whatever comes I will deal with it and as a result, I become stronger.

I've never tried to commit suicide and I will never.My grandpa used to say Only cowards commit suicide.

My love of life and the future. My love of family and friends. They are all seeds of hope and growth, discovery.

I'm not really sure anymore.

But there are a few things that I *kind of* look forward too. But I've just been so darn depressed lately I don't know what to do anymore.

My cat loves me and wouldn't know what to do without me.

i couldn't put my mom through that.

your question...:)

I wouldnt ever do it
Your hurting other people as well as yourself.

Because then I'll never get to find out what the next thing is that makes my life miserable!