About 5 improperly planned ones at really low points that didn't get very far (usually just attempting to overcome my fear of heights, I've learned by now that that isn't going to happen, and the time I walked to the train station to throw myself in front of a train, but felt too guilty), and 3 properly planned ones. Overdose (threw up once the first few pills hit my stomach, my gag reflex is way too strong) hypothermia (someone found me) and suffocation (didn't tie my hands properly)
And years of passively suicidal reckless behaviour. I'm very bad at dying.
I'm pretty sure mental health services have labelled me as "attention seeking" now, but I plan to make the next one foolproof, so they can go fuck themselves.