I’d say too many to count. When I was a kid, I’d have to think hard to not jump off of the bridge I crossed every day. I literally stared over it and looked at t he cars speeding by below, there was a freeway below, and I had to literally think, “no, that’s lame. Keep walking... keep walking... okay, run.” I’d run past the bridge so I wouldn’t jump. That was like a period of two years. I attempted it on five separate occasions. None from that bridge because some lady tried it and made a big scene and I didn’t want to be a follower. I’ve always had thoughts that were intrusive like that, like since I could remember my thoughts. It’s more like every time anything would happen, like I’d laugh or someone would say something, I’d be like, “ha ha ha,” then in my mind after I laughed out loud I’d be like, “man I wish I were dead.” Or it’d be like I wish someone would just kill me, and anytime I’d do anything, I would think, all i have to do is walk in front of that bus, or whatever was dangerous and I’d be dead. The only reason it took me so long to attempt it was because my sister was annoyingly fake suicidal, so she would always say stuff like that out loud and be all dramatic and cut herself and I am not a follower so I never said anything or cut myself, until my mom punished me for getting a B on a progress report. I didn’t cut, but I dug into my wrist until I got to the vein and I tried to cut it but it kept moving, so eventually I gave up. The second time I got stranded in LA and my mom had to get me and it’s like 2.5 hours away. I hate being a burden and she made me feel like I was. It was the middle of the night, but it wasn’t exactly my fault. That time I used my ties and tried to hand myself at the train station and one of the ties broke in half. It was sad. I was very angry. The other time I took a bunch of pills, but that was because my boyfriend at the time said I wouldn’t and I totally was going to and did. He made me go to the hospital. The other time, I was about to jump out of the window of my dorm room in college and my roommate walked in. I had to tell her I was trying to see if someone could fit to see how safe it was. I was halfway out, so I had to think quickly. The other time, I took a bunch of pills again and my boyfriend at the time, a different one obviously, also made me go to the hospital.
I literally always feel like I want to die and always have suicidal thoughts that come up like once every two to five minutes, but right now, I’m looking to kill myself slowly with alcohol. We shall see if I can do it.