One … I tried to hang myself, but this was before there was easy access to the internet, so I didn't have a rope-tying tutorial. Obviously I fucked it up. Stepping off that chair was one of the braver things I've done, though, and I'm perversely rather proud of it.
I was locked up for about a week after that, on a ward where we had to do shit like paint wooden yo-yos. I was like, damn, so if you try to kill yourself, you end up four years old? WTF is this? I swore I'd never fail again, and I won't. When and if I try again, it'll be with a shotgun.