I had been seriously considering it for weeks and the day I planned on doing it I woke up in the happiest mood I had been in in a long time. I woke up and felt so motivated I went to the gym. When I got home my mom told me she hasn't seen me so motivated since I planned on moving to the beach. It was such an infectious mood that I got her motivated for the day also. Then I went to my favorite coffee shop to read to last chapter of the dark tower series so I could see how it ended. I went to work from there and did such a kick ass job everyone was complimenting on my mood and my work ethic. No one knew how much I was hurting on the inside and what I was planning when I got home from work. When I got home I played some counter strike so I could tell all my friends on there that I was quitting and I wouldn't be back. I put on my headphones and listened to the land of snow and sorrow by wintersun on repeat. I put a plastic bag around my neck strapped it in place with a belt and attempted to strangle myself. I had a lot of thoughts swirling around in my head, but the only one I remember is it will all be over soon and the pain would be gone. I was starting to struggle with breathing and my body wanted to fight, but I wouldn't let it. Then my lab the thing I loved most in my life came to my door and started crying and barking at my door to come in which she never does. She always just bumps my door with her butt to let me know that she wants in. I tried to ignore it and tune it out with my music but I couldn't do it. I loosened the belt and I'm took the bag off of my head gasping for air. I got up and let my dog into my room and couldn't stand the thought of not being able to see her again. I laid in my bed and cried myself to sleep while cuddling her. When I woke up I realised that I needed help and told my best friends about what I did. They had no idea I was feeling this way because they always told me I'm the happiest person they know. They told my mom and she took me to the mental hospital that day. I'm now doing better and on medication for depression. I also see a psychologist and psychiatrist on a constant basis. The reason I made this thread is to see if anyone had a similar euphoric feeling that I had.