Was raised by hateful adults from 10 to 16 years old and often thougt about ending it as a way to say f..k y... to them, almost tried once but thankfully chickened out. I would consider it if I became very ill and confined to a facility where all I could hope for was to keep breathing.

attempted several times always got found and taken to hospital to be pumped out and then for a stay in an asylum - people often say its a cry for help but for me I know its because I want out of here =strangely since my forties (now 70) I have not had an attempt but I still don't want to hang around as a useless old woman.

I tried to hang myself when I was young. I was maybe 10. Now I am strong.

You naughty boy ! No, can't say I ever !

Many times, since age 17. I was hospitalized for the worst time at age 31, after a chronic illness diagnosis that derailed my plans to become a midwife(already an RN in OB). My children were 10 and 9. I promised them then that I would reach out for help in the future. My daughter is now 35, my son 36, and so supportive. It gets me through.

I would say it's been on the back of my mind since I was a teen and diagnosed with major depressive disorder. I never actively tried.Actually I've developed what may sound like a strange approach to life. I see every day as a choice. I could choose to live or to die. So having made the choice to live, I feel obligated to make the most of it -- but always knowing that if things got bad enough I could go. Honestly, though, since my daughter was born 30 years ago I've known that I had to stay alive for her. But we have discussed that I may not wait until I die of natural causes, depending on the diagnosis. She completely agrees that I have the right to make that decision.

Mulled it over a time or two, I suppose, at very, very low points; but not too seriously. Effect on those remaining, particularly my daughter, would never allow me. That said, I have a contingency plan in case I become so infirm I'd be a burden; it involves a closed garage, an expensive bottle of Scotch, and a running automobile.

Attempted once, a long time ago, and considered it seriously a few years ago after losing my job and getting a divorce. Thinking about how my kids would take it is what stopped me. Two long stories.