A few times where I was literally ready and felt like "I'm ready to die physically and just lose conscious without any hesitation". Here is one in 2012.
I was still in undergrad college at the time and while I'm doing ok academically (mostly A and B grades with an occasional C here or there), my social life was shit, everything else in life was shit, my dreams and aspirations were just mere dreams that are unattainable, and then the existential dread that I will soon graduate to go into the real world. Also, during that time I was under a lot of stress including a fallout with some roommates and beef with a professor, I was like ah fuck it. I'm ready to die.
So then during that one fall semester, I decide to try to toy with my life and put my fate on the line. I was like if I was able to meet a upcoming celebrity and be able to get a good interaction with said rising celebrity, then I'll recover. I remember driving down to see the rising celebrity perform and I was just thinking, "now is a good day to determine whether I live or die. If things goes well, I'll (make an effort to) live and thrive. But if it doesn't or goes to shit, well I'll die before end of 2012." Luckily it went well and I made an effort to recover and live longer.