OKay, the first time suicide was brought into my life I was at my friends house. Me and her(Her name is Jasimine)were lying on her bed, covered under stuffed animals and blankets and pillows, not exactly sleeping, but not really paying attention to very much. The phone started ringing, it was far off sound, like as if it wasn't in the house, A dispathers voice, saying is everything okay? They got a call from this number, but no reply when they picked up. I guessed that her brother had called. I said hold on. "Jasi, evevrything okay?" She nodded ehr head, I said yes. They told us not to prank call anymore. WE got hungry, I mean, like; with nothing to eat all day, you usually get hungry, so we went town stairs, something didnt' feel right. WE couldn't use to stove, we were only 9, so we went down to her brotehrs room, but his music was up loud, he dind't hear us knocking. We opened the door, and he was just sort of lying there in a litterally, a puddle of blood. two, actually, spreading fromhis wrist, and all over the floor, how lond he had bene lying there, but he phone in his room, the phone was lying next to him, and it was off, but then we knew. He called 911, and so Jasi re called them told them her adress, I just sat there, afriad to move, I couldn't move at all. I'd never seen the much blood. The whole community heard about it, Mykel heard abotu it first. He was 14 then. He rushed over to the house the mement he saw the ambulences parked in front of it (We only lived 3 houses down then) and so yeah, he explained it all to me, Jasis brother lived, his name was bear, well, that's what we all called him, it was really Alex.

But that's my dfirst on many, introductions to suicide, eventaully after enough, I got used to the blood, and the wrong feeling, but it was hard on me, I was only 8, and for years (UNtil I turned 11) I coudnt' walk into that house ever again,I can barely now bring myself too walk into Bears room, the stain is still there, though faded. Bear got better, he hasn't treied anything else, so yeah.

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Let's get this straight I wear black nail polish,
and kitty ear headbands I am a real person.

I've contemplated it before as well. I think what stopped me was knowing that my uncle, who had just died, would be so disappointed if there was an afterlife and he saw me. Because when I'm contemplating suicide, it's because I've decided that I'm a waste of resources, so it really would be better for the world if I stopped using it.
And I guess...I haven't done enough for the world yet.

"She's a mystery
She's too much for me
But I keep coming back for more
She's just the girl I'm looking for"
-The Click Five "Just the Girl"

When I was going out with Jessi, one night we were sitting out in front of her house (mansion), and I was looking over ar the house across the street (which basically looked like a castle). She started telling me about how there used to be this boy living in that house, and he committed suicide in the house. I think she also said he was a religious Jew. So suicide happens in all walks of life.
For most of my life, I always thought that suicide was stupid and selfish. But I have definetely thought about suicide before... although I am almost ashamed to admit it now. Suicide was just something that would regularly creep into my thoughts during a very low period of my life... a time where I was very depressed and not getting the help I needed. I felt like my life was so pointless, and that all I did was cause pain and feel pain... so what's the purpose of living? It's too hard, it's not worth it. I fantasized about different ways that I could kill myself. I even wrote secret poems about hurting and killing myself. It was an incredibly sad and scary psychological place to be.
After I started the path to recovery, I stopped thinking about suicide. The pain shrank to just a small part of my world. I started to feel true joy, happiness, enthusiasm, and love again. I started to feel like I actually had goals and dreams that were achievable, and were worth living for. The main thing that helped me keep my life in perspective was my goal to become a teacher, as well as a volunteer in developing nations, so that I can touch the lives of children. Now I want to be alive more than ever, so that I can help kids have better lives and grow up happier and healthier.
I truly love and appreciate life now. Every day I thank G-d for my health and happiness, for my good family and friends, for all the things I've been given, for all the strength and beauty inside me and around me, for all my luck and blessings. My life hasn't always been a walk in the park... but I'm glad I'm still here. :-)

I fail to see how talking about suicide and dwelling on depressing memories/ attempts will in turn help prevent it. I don't know, I just come from the school of thought that if you hang around happy people long enough they start to wear off on you and if you hang around with depressed people they start to drag you down. I think the same goes with thoughts and memories, don't dwell on the overly depressing ones unless you want to stay in a pit of depression.
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Despite all the things you may have learned, if you play with fire then you're bound to get burned