Research is key. I have had maybe 10 attempts in my life. Most were pills, the first time I took a big family size extra strength tylenol along with whatever i could find in the medicine cabinet. Almost lost my liver, in fact the medication to treat the liver almost killed me, such as sad word: almost. Funny huh? It is actually. If i had died that day it would have been better for everyone. Anyway, I don't try anymore, if I do it it will be sure. Jump off a building that is enough stories tall or a gun, but I'm in Canada not so easy to get. I get the courage to do it by living my tiny useless worthless life and ever day, the people around me remind me how much of a burden i am, what a failure and how i am letting them down. A little each day i give up, when the clock finally winds down, i hope i was able to get that gun on that day. Then everyone will say, what a selfish b**tch i am or was. See part of the courage is facing that the fantasy of people weepong over your death is just that, they will hate you, they will call you selfish, and they will not miss you. They will hate you. So, courage comes in bits, a disappointed look, tears from those who you have let down or your mental illness has affected. In bits, it comes.