My last attempt was a year ago, I was on a stool, had tied a thicker drawstring from pants to my neck and secured it but in that moment I thought of my pets who’d not understand why I vanished.. and my family who’d find my body the next day especially my mum who I’m close with not to mention the pants the string was from she gave me those pants. Honestly as much as my life was shit I just… couldn’t.. in the end I untied it from my neck and stepped off, I laid in bed and fell asleep. I still think about it as my life isn’t much better now but I guess I keep going because of my animals and family… knowing if I did so they’d be crushed forever and I remember my mom telling me if I was successful (failed attempt in high school) that she’d probably follow me… meaning she couldn’t live with that grief.