Well, the first time wasn't so much a failed attempt as it was I couldn't at the last minute stand the thought of ending an unborn baby's life. I was 16 ( I Later found out I wasn't actually pregnant). Probably the most devastating one, though, as I was SO close to being decapitated by a train. I felt so empty and full of so much regret I could do nothing but sleep and sob for weeks. Months. If I didn't think I was pregnant then, I wouldn't be here. After that my family wouldn't leave me alone even to use the bathroom, I was constantly around someone, so I couldn't even make another attempt. Not that I would have, opening my eyes was torture let alone getting out of bed.
The most recent I tried hanging. I had an episode of dissociation? Depersonalization? Idk. Something like that. I put my daughter to bed and tried.
I don't remember much of anything that night, especially not waking up. (Spent days contemplating if I actually am dead and this is just hell. Seems plausible.)
I had marks on my neck and a popped vessel in my eye, which was lovely.
Obviously I did something wrong and am doing my research on how to do it correctly. It's between that or a gun next time..either way I'm not failing next time.