How many times you were likely to die but did not die (despite suicide attempts)?

[faust]

Some of us were in different life situations when death could come despite our willingness to live or die.
How many times you were on the edge and what were the situations?
As for me, it was 4 such situations:
1) I was likely to be aborted
2) I nearly drowned because could not swim
3) I lost my way in the mountains (it was 45C/113F, I had no water and it was a significant hyperthermia)
4) I became confident and was too long underwater, so when I stood on my feet I felt that I am fainting

 

[Deleted member 1465]

1. I was premature and they thought I wouldn't survive.
2. I was lost in the mountains at night time without proper equipment.
3. I lay down drunk beside a country road, my head inches from the track. My friend drove up there at a rate of knots and only just missed my head.
4. I was nearly in a head on smash at a combined speed of what must have been 160mph. I had to hit the gas to finish the stupid overtaking manoeuvre I'd just made because i had a really fast car.
5. I was blindsided by a truck on the motorway, who took out my driver's side then did a runner. I got out unscathed and had a smoke.
6. I was kicked out of A&E with an impacted and partially obstructed bowel because they saw 'depression' on my record. I nearly didn't make it home. They gave me no medication. I had to overdose myself on Movicol when I finally got home then bully an on call GP into prescribing me more.

Wow, I didn't realise their were so many. Nothing serious though. Many have been through much worse experiences.

 

[faust]

1. I was premature and they thought I wouldn't survive.
2. I was lost in the mountains at night time without proper equipment.
3. I lay down drunk beside a country road, my head inches from the track. My friend drove up there at a rate of knots and only just missed my head.
4. I was nearly in a head on smash at a combined speed of what must have been 160mph. I had to hit the gas to finish the stupid overtaking manoeuvre I'd just made because i had a really fast car.
5. I was blindsided by a truck on the motorway, who took out my driver's side then did a runner. I got out unscathed and had a smoke.
6. I was kicked out of A&E with an impacted and partially obstructed bowel because they saw 'depression' on my record. I nearly didn't make it home. They gave me no medication. I had to overdose myself on Movicol when I finally got home then bully an on call GP into prescribing me more.

Wow, I didn't realise their were so many. Nothing serious though. Many have been through much worse experiences.

Oh, the 6th one. I know how it feels when you don't get a medication. I got mine in emergency department only on day 3 after being discharged a few times with severe akathisia and dystonia. And I see you had some troubles in the mountains too.

 

[Elias]

I had an autoimmune disease when I was in middle school, if it reached my kidneys it could have been the end of me. I remember the pain as blisters were forming in my stomach lining, had to get morphined during the night. That's the closest I've ever been to seriously picturing my own death. I wonder how much it fucked up my still developing brain.

Also the night my ex tried to slash my throat in my sleep but ended up cutting my forearm as I defended myself.

 

[Deleted member 1465]

And I see you had some troubles in the mountains too

It was great fun. I was 16. There were a small group of us, utterly unprepared. We were walking in Snowdonia.
I was probably the fittest and was used to walking/camping so it didn't appear to them that I got tired (I was actually knackered but I was used to it and foolish pride pushed me on). Me and a couple of the others pressed on while the back-trailers fell behind (including a big chap who referred to himself as Bomber from The Hobbit).
Big mistake. As the day drew on the path petered out and we got separated. Day turned to night and after wandering around in the darkening mist, we managed to meet up at a mountain rescue hut. Phew.
Next we made another mistake. We knew the summit was ahead. They were all exhausted and looked to me to guide them as I still had enough stamina to continue walking. So we decided I would scout ahead, in the dark to find the summit and the way down. Looking back, I've no idea what we expected, such a stupid idea.
I set off into the night, navigating a treacherous scree slope. I could see the lights from Bethesda far away above the mist. Eventually, I made it to the summit of Carnedd LLewelyn.
Wow. The summit poked out of the mist like an island alone in an ephemeral sea. The only other thing there was a walkers' cairn. I looked up at the stars and was mesmerised. All the locally visible stars, shining like fierce candles in the firmament. No moon to light the sky yet, but it didn't need it. I lay down in awe and just stared at the heavens. I forgot about the others. I was cold, but didn't mind. I forgot about myself. I'm not sure how long I was there, just staring. I stopped being cold. I was utterly alone and I didn't find this a bad thing. I was happy.
Then alarm bells started going off in my head. I don't really know what happened or how I did it, but I managed to get up and walk to the scree slope. Then I descended the slope; I remember actually jumping from rock to rock in the mist and darkness. I've no idea how I managed that. I remember fear, thinking of my family and how I may never see them again.
Eventually, I reached the mountain rescue hut and reported back in. We were under equipped, so I made the choice to not hunker down in the cold, but to keep moving through the night (another bad choice), figuring the movement would prevent hypothermia. We ate all the food we had, including the emergency rations in the hut. I got them to put on all their spare clothes, with socks as gloves too, then we set out.
We ascended the slope and reached the summit. I felt a pang of regret, to be here again, but not alone. Odd. We decended the other side and made our way along a ridge. I'd later find out on the map that this ridge had a staggeringly huge drop-off to one side, metres away from the path.
We lost the path in the darkness and sat there in fear and uncertainty.
Bomber told us all to leave him there, he was slowing us down. I told him not to be silly, we'd be fine, we wouldn't leave him behind. Someone commented how slow the car headlights were moving on the A5 in the distance. I replied that it was just a trick of the light, we were nearly there. keep moving. I knew this was nonsense really. Probably so did they.
We made another mistake! If there is no path, what's the quickest way off a mountain? Find a water course and follow that.! So we did that. And of course, quickest meant steepest. We practically rolled down the hill together, narrowly missing boulders and jagged spikes of rocks. It's a miracle we reached the bottom unscathed. But we did.
Then I had another transcendent moment. In front of us was a small lake, nestled into the mountain side. The surface was silver in the starlight. It looked so serene and peaceful, like someone had pored liquid silver into a huge hole in the ground. I could imagine it being populated by the Kymric Sisters of the Undine, the race of fey folk said to inhabit such liminal places in Wales (I'd been studying Celtic mythology). It felt magical.
We descended further and found a path and that took us around Lyn Ogwen to Idwall Cottage and the Youth Hostel. The warden wouldn't let us in and told us off for not turning up. So we nicked some food and went and had breakfast outside then fell asleep on the roadside. We flagged down a coach that was going to Bangor later on and headed off to find a new adventure.

Sorry for the long post. I think it's still on topic and I felt like writing.

 

[Fragile]

probably around 6, most of them in my childhood.

they range from very serious instances of respiratory issues, to gastric infections and even one bad anaphylactic reaction to a sting from a bug that i don't even remember.

i was also born prematurely and needed life support.

 

[Majin K.]

My attempts of night night, partial hanging and train all ended in vain. The only time I ever was really close to actually dying is when I was almost hit by a car as a kid.

 

[faust]

It was great fun. I was 16. There were a small group of us, utterly unprepared. We were walking in Snowdonia.
I was probably the fittest and was used to walking/camping so it didn't appear to them that I got tired (I was actually knackered but I was used to it and foolish pride pushed me on). Me and a couple of the others pressed on while the back-trailers fell behind (including a big chap who referred to himself as Bomber from The Hobbit).
Big mistake. As the day drew on the path petered out and we got separated. Day turned to night and after wandering around in the darkening mist, we managed to meet up at a mountain rescue hut. Phew.
Next we made another mistake. We knew the summit was ahead. They were all exhausted and looked to me to guide them as I still had enough stamina to continue walking. So we decided I would scout ahead, in the dark to find the summit and the way down. Looking back, I've no idea what we expected, such a stupid idea.
I set off into the night, navigating a treacherous scree slope. I could see the lights from Bethesda far away above the mist. Eventually, I made it to the summit of Carnedd LLewelyn.
Wow. The summit poked out of the mist like an island alone in an ephemeral sea. The only other thing there was a walkers' cairn. I looked up at the stars and was mesmerised. All the locally visible stars, shining like fierce candles in the firmament. No moon to light the sky yet, but it didn't need it. I lay down in awe and just stared at the heavens. I forgot about the others. I was cold, but didn't mind. I forgot about myself. I'm not sure how long I was there, just staring. I stopped being cold. I was utterly alone and I didn't find this a bad thing. I was happy.
Then alarm bells started going off in my head. I don't really know what happened or how I did it, but I managed to get up and walk to the scree slope. Then I descended the slope; I remember actually jumping from rock to rock in the mist and darkness. I've no idea how I managed that. I remember fear, thinking of my family and how I may never see them again.
Eventually, I reached the mountain rescue hut and reported back in. We were under equipped, so I made the choice to not hunker down in the cold, but to keep moving through the night (another bad choice), figuring the movement would prevent hypothermia. We ate all the food we had, including the emergency rations in the hut. I got them to put on all their spare clothes, with socks as gloves too, then we set out.
We ascended the slope and reached the summit. I felt a pang of regret, to be here again, but not alone. Odd. We decended the other side and made our way along a ridge. I'd later find out on the map that this ridge had a staggeringly huge drop-off to one side, metres away from the path.
We lost the path in the darkness and sat there in fear and uncertainty.
Bomber told us all to leave him there, he was slowing us down. I told him not to be silly, we'd be fine, we wouldn't leave him behind. Someone commented how slow the car headlights were moving on the A5 in the distance. I replied that it was just a trick of the light, we were nearly there. keep moving. I knew this was nonsense really. Probably so did they.
We made another mistake! If there is no path, what's the quickest way off a mountain? Well find a water course and follow that, of course! So we did that. And of course, quickest meant steepest. We practically rolled down the hill together, narrowly missing boulders and jagged spikes of rocks. it's a miracle we reached the bottom unscathed. but we did.
Then I had another transcendent moment. In front of us was a small lake, nestled into the mountain side. The surface was silver in the starlight. it looked so serene and peaceful, like someone had pored liquid silver into a huge hole in the ground. I could imagine it being populated by the Kymric Sisters of the Undine, the race of fey folk said to inhabit such liminal places in Wales (I'd been studying Celtic mythology). It felt magical.
We descended further and found a path and that took us round Lyn Ogwen to Idwall Cottage and the Youth Hostel. The warden wouldn't let us in and told us off for not turning up. So we nicked some food and went and had breakfast outside then fell asleep on the roadside. We flagged down a coach that was going to Bangor later on and headed off to find a new adventure.

Sorry for the long post. I think it's still on topic and I felt like writing.

Wow, the way you wrote this story is absolutely amazing! I am a writer and a poet, so definitely enjoyed the text, felt like I was there myself!
I am convinced that walking in the mountains at moonless night with no flashlights equals to suicide. When you are in a complete darkness, your speed slows down 3-5 times unless you want to injure yourself. So I can only imagine how long did it take to descend. The worst thing about that is mirages which you can see when there is no light at all. I have seen enough weird things in forests at night with no light. Mist is never a good occurrence if you do not know where exactly to go. And night distorts our perception of distance. I can easily go at night with a flashlight, but if I have no lighting it slows me down to the extent that there is no point in going anywhere.

 

[Deleted member 1465]

Wow, the way you wrote this story is absolutely amazing! I am a writer and a poet, so definitely enjoyed the text, felt like I was there myself!
I am convinced that walking in the mountains at moonless night with no flashlights equals to suicide. When you are in a complete darkness, your speed slows down 3-5 times unless you want to injure yourself. So I can only imagine how long did it take to descend. The worst thing about that is mirages which you can see when there is no light at all. I have seen enough weird things in forests at night with no light. Mist is never a good occurrence if you do not know where exactly to go. And night distorts our perception of distance. I can easily go at night with a flashlight, but if I have no lighting it slows me down to the extent that there is no point in going anywhere.

Yeah, I'm a little more experienced of all that now. At the time, I knew we were in some deep shit, strange thing is...I enjoyed it. I liked the adventure and the fear and I loved being utterly alone in the night. I remember one of the guys kept asking how much further. 'Not far now!' I'd say. And we were just kids. 16. I had no idea. Odd how it's become such a treasured memory. But It's not so bad. I've never been in a war zone or anything like that. I can't complain about a little adventure on a mountain, especially as I secretly enjoyed it.

 

[TAW122]

3 times in my life as far as I can remember.

First time, it was when I was in a community swimming pool. I was only about 4 years of age, I went off to the deep end unknowingly and then I remember sinking and soon after, I was unconscious. I woke up in an apartment and could not remember what happened between passing out and regaining conscious other than things were black and a bit of dark blueness, and that was it.

The second time, it was when I was rafting in a group. I was in middle school that time, maybe 11-12 years of age, and I recall going down the river to swim away the current and almost got pulled away from the current and the chaperone went and pulled me out before the current got me. It was during summer as well so the water was a bit cold but not freezing (just very cold).

The third time was during winter when I went to scrape off ice from my car (about age 26 at the time) and it was a hilly area. As I was scraping ice from my car, I slipped and slid a bit, and behind me was a small creek (keep in mind it's winter but the water hasn't frozen over yet). Had I had fallen and hit my head, there is a serious chance of concussion and perhaps death since it was really cold, and also the embankment was a bit steep but not very steep.

 

[faust]

Yeah, I'm a little more experienced of all that now. At the time, I knew we were in some deep shit, strange thing is...I enjoyed it. I liked the adventure and the fear and I loved being utterly alone in the night. I remember one of the guys kept asking how much further. 'Not far now!' I'd say. And we were just kids. 16. I had no idea. Odd how it's become such a treasured memory. But It's not so bad. I've never been in a war zone or anything like that. I can't complain about a little adventure on a mountain, especially as I secretly enjoyed it.

I loved adventures long ago, I had an urge deep inside of me to leave my house and go hitchhiking wherever the cars and trucks will bring me. I love being alone in nature at night. It feels like I am a part of it. I adore the myriads of stars on horizon every single night which offer me such a heavenly view. Guess it might help me be back on track, but it is a bit late...

 

[Deleted member 1465]

I loved adventures long ago, I had an urge deep inside of me to leave my house and go hitchhiking wherever the cars and trucks will bring me. I love being alone in nature at night. It feels like I am a part of it. I adore the myriads of stars on horizon every single night which offer me such a heavenly view. Guess it might help me be back on track, but it is a bit late...

I used to hitch! before the days of mobile phones and computers and even the internet. I had a backpack and a military poncho and I stuck my thumb out and it felt like an adventure. I liked to travel alone, but I enjoyed meeting people along the way. I loved to not know where I'd be sleeping or what I'd be eating. To boil life down to basics. So much kindness along the way. So much free beer! and if I didn't get a lift, I just walked until I did. later in life I did the same thing, but on a bike. Later still, in a car. I miss that freedom so much.

 

[forgotten15]

1. When i was 5 i stumbled and fell on 12 stairs, rolled down on them. It was quite a rough experience, but unfortunately i survived with only a broken arm. Oh how i wish i died back then…

2. I was hit by a car in 8th grade, but I i got away with just some bruises on my leg.

 

[Gabby78]

I almost died when i was probably 4 from drowning in a pool, people say drowning is painful but it was peaceful for me, there's another one that im not sure if it counts but i almost got kidnapped when i was 3 or so, and partial hanging about 2 times it kinda almost worked.

 

[FuneralCry]

I'm not sure if I was likely to die, but I was chased by cows one time and some people in my country have died that way.
A few years ago I tried to climb a mountain (others persuaded me to do it) when I had more energy, and I lost my balance and was panicking. I am scared of pretty much everything, so I was probably just overreacting.

 

[Ednospatient]

I was nearly crushed by a pair of 220 lbs windows during a school assignment and I was run over by a bus 2 months later (not a suicide attempt)

 

[finish.me]

idk how many times but it happens so often that i get little bouts of spiritual questioning and anxiety lol
1) i had a cancerous tumor in my tummy as a baby, it was cut out
2) car drove at like a fucking million miles per hour right in front of my face like literally it whizzed by me by only about two or three inches
3) when i was younger i did a lot of vicodin and cough medicine and only recently realized i'd been doing my measurments wrong and couldve easily od'd

can't remember anything else but im sure theres tons more

 

[irememberinnocence]

I've counted before and it's at least a handful of times. Only about half of them were suicide attempts, the rest was dangerous stuff that happened to me.

I recently and stupidly did attempt suicide by panadol overdose. It was a supposedly fatal amount but my body wholeheartedly ejected it.
But then the realisation sunk in that it could have been a very painful death. I want to die peacefully to end the suffering of my severe health condition. But I can't be granted assistance from a doctor to end my life because I'm not terminal. I will end my life regardless, it just won't be a 'death with dignity.'

 

[thgilrats]

I don't remember how many did I actually have, but I do remember some.

1. I was almost hit by a car.

I went across the road right when the traffic light turned red. There was a little hill and a car was rushing from it, right towards me. I remember hearing the large signal sound and stopping, just to look at the car. And I remember watching as it were closer and closer... And then I made some steps and the car flew right behind me.

And I wasn't even scared lol.

2. I almost fell at the metal spikes on the construction.

Really don't want to get into detail. Will just say that I had successfully broke an arm.

Not pleasant.

3. I... I ate a tip of thermometer.

Or at least my parents say so. I had a thermometer on the back seat of our car, when I suddenly said to my parents (who were on the front seats) that "An unknown man ate it". My parents were freaking out, and I was calm as hell :D

 

[Forever Sleep]

None of mine are very dramatic really. I've lived such a boring life!

- My parents were told having children would be a medical impossibility- so- in theory, I shouldn't exist to begin with. (I wish they'd been right.)

- When I was young, I was given some ice cream with glass in (they didn't notice the bowl was broken.) I think that was probably a near miss- they noticed the crunching sounds and stopped me swallowing it I guess.

- A gallstone moved into the bile duct once- which probably would have screwed up my liver and pancreas had the pain not been so bad that I got it removed.

 

[disgustingtrash]

almost electrocuted myself when I tried to plug in a fucked up cable attached to a lamp, my mom was sitting next to me and told me to plug it in even tho she knew it was ripped. she would be the reason for my death if I did get electrocuted lol