I have thought about killing myself and I have tried but obviously was unsuccessful. I have been depressed for nearly three years and on the 5 March this year I decided enough was enough and overdosed. It was early in the morning and I left for school as usual as if nothing was wrong. I knew I hadn't taken enough to kill me (I coughed up liquid but no tablets every time something was near my mouth after the 20th tablet. I know that's not much but my total mg of tablets in my body was 20,750mg which managed to do some damage) but as soon as I got to school I went to a teacher that means a lot to me as he has helped me through so much over the last four years and he got me help and the first wider came with me to hospital. I thank him so much that he helped me when in reality he could have just left it and told me to go first aid myself. Which I wouldn't have done but he stayed with me and it's because of him I'm not trying to commit again. It's really because of him I ended up with counselling even though I didn't want to do it but it actually has helped me loads.