I was driven to suicide in my fourth year of High School, partly on account of having been bullied and partly because of some other personal matters.
This isn't the kind of story that's told simply, or briefly.
Suffice to say I was dealing with some stuff that was eroding any and all hope I had for my future among other things.
Eventually, it reached a point where I couldn't take it anymore and nearly took my own life when I got home from school after having been suspended for defending myself against a bully.
Now I say "nearly," because if I actually followed through on the attempt, I obviously wouldn't be here right now, commenting on this post, (which goes without saying) but there's also another reason, too.
The reason being, that I didn't want my parents to discover my dead body when they came home from work at the time, especially with my Grandfather (God rest his soul) coming to visit that same day after having wintered in Florida.
Still, it's all in the past. (at least the experience of it, anyway, but the memories will live as long as I live)