I think we become more open to dying after failing an attempt. I remember being hospitalized when I tried to die—it was a pure impulse, I swore I was really going to die. But after that, I spent days just thinking about my whole life, and I stayed like that for months. But each day, death stopped being a fear and became something more acceptable. Honestly, today I'm calmer and I think a lot about this:
"How easily the stone falls from the hand onto the grave of the suicide, but how difficult was the struggle of the poor person who had made such a good bed for himself.
First he cast a fearful glance at death from a distance and turned away in horror; then, trembling, he walked around him in wide circles; but with every day they became narrower and narrower and at last he wrapped his tired arms around Death's neck and looked into his eyes: and there was peace, sweet peace."
— Mainlander
So I'm preparing well and very calmly this time. There's a girl who said goodbye, and I was really impressed by how well prepared she was.I hope she is at peace.