Attempted Suicide Stories Novels & Stories

"I couldn't sleep, couldn't eat. I was consumed by sadness, depression, and anger. My mom later found out I was having suicidal thoughts. I was diagnosed with bipolar and borderline personality disorder." He took a deep breath. "It was hard, Eva. My mom tried her best, getting me medication, taking me to the hospital. But one day, the last straw broke." "I decided to commit suicide," Lorenzo said, his voice barely above a whisper. "One fateful Saturday morning, I went to the White Bridge, a place where the water was deep and treacherous. I climbed onto the bridge, and with a heavy heart, I jumped." He paused, his eyes clouding over.

My hands were busy peeling fruit while I wondered if Dina's life just got harder. Who would have thought that I would next hear about Dina's death? She had jumped off a building. Dina had jumped from the fifteenth floor and turned into a mangled mess. When she jumped, she was holding a thick stack of paper in her arms. The white papers fluttered in the air like butterflies… Like funeral papers bidding her a final farewell. The papers floated and drifted, landing gently on the heads of passersby in the streets below.

I was only 16. Feels just like yesterday that I attempted suicide because I couldn't handle the humiliation. He caught me right before I could swallow the pills and gave me a good round of beating. After that, he tied me to the bed in his suite and fucked me hard over and over, until I swore never to do that again. Feels just like yesterday. The memories are still very clear in my head. Am I ever gonna get rid of these ugly memories? Am I ever gonna fully escape this hell? Because no matter how far I run, I always end up getting dragged back.

she gulped. “Yes, suicide. He knows the truth about us. Alicia told him in the worst way possible. He didn’t want to speak to me. He even fought a classmate at school.” Zara felt a stab of guilt and a wave of despair. Depression, a suicide attempt… it was almost surreal. Her mind was filled with dark imaginings: ghosts, monsters, banshees, fiends from outer space. She wondered how she had been living comfortably while he had been contemplating something so desperate.

, I said trying not to make a eye contact. "If I may ask?, why did you try to commit suicide", Mei said. "I was trying to get away from my husband", I replied. "He was abusive", I added trying my best not to cry. "I understand how you feel, Jenna", Mei said. "My ex husband was also abusive. There are times when he tried to kill me, it was so unbearable. I didn't want my brothers to find out because I was scared of what they would do to him", Mei added.

You are right a suicidal path; it was not a way to end everything but I was already buried 6 feet under so what more there was left to loose and no I was not suppose to give up but I did; I gave up; I gave up hope of living a happy and carefree normal life again; I gave up to the point of not returning to myself again. The first I attempted to kill myself was by taking a bunch of mix expired medications which took me into the depth of sleepiness; my breath being short; my body being numb; I was loosing my consciousness and I was buoyant that I was finally getting rid of all my angst; I was being taken into the darkness but only to survive; yes! I survived cause after hours of murk., my stoma

He'd suddenly turned sober. I mean, it couldn't be that bad. "I'm self destructive and I hold grudges," he sighed. My eyes widened as I processed his statement. Him? Self-destructive? Hold grudges? It didn't sound like him at all. "It's true. I've attempted suicide once. Only Keenan knows about it. I get affected by petty things easily. It builds up and I sink. Everything becomes meaningless and just like that, I become a bastard who does only destructive things."

“War veteran robbed and abused by sex starved mother-in-law.” They would tear Helen to shreds with their stories, and my mother, and Melanie, and even Rose: the whole bloody lot of them. I hang the noose from the inside of the wardrobe but I don’t think it’s going to hold me convincingly to make people actually believe I’ve attempted suicide. It shakes and wobbles with my added weight and I think there is a good chance I will bring it down on top of me.

Nothing could get to me, this was the legacy I followed, but I knew deep down, I was just fooling myself to run away from everything. At age eleven, I made my first attempt of committing suicide – something you'd find hard to believe that an eleven-year-old boy could carry out. That day, I wasn't miraculously saved, but instead beaten to a pulp after I was caught in the process. You'd have thought I was cared for since I was beaten, but God knows it was just the opposite. A year of torture and I believed suicide was the only way because the violence was too much. After my first attempt, things became worse than I expected. I was subjected to beatings for every little thing I did.

She had only come to let Vivienne know she was not afraid of anyone and did not need to avoid anything. Whether Vivienne jumped off the building or not, and whether she lived or died, it did not matter much to her. "That's true. It's indeed my business. However, I think I must tell you what happened two weeks ago to spare you from deception and prevent you from repeating the same mistakes of over five years ago. "I attempted suicide because when I was about to leave this place of sorrow with much regret, Cedric suddenly raped me. When I woke up, I felt so guilty that it led to my impulsive decision to jump off the building.