I had planned it for a month before my first and only attempt. I took care of all the practical stuff for weeks, including writing a will. I had everything for my attempt ready and had booked a hotel. I was so certain that this would be my way out. I was very calm about my decision, and felt that I was ready. When that's said, the attempt on that specific day was impulsive due to several factors, and that's why I failed. It was considered a severe attempt, and I wouldn't have been here if I was sure that I would be left alone that night. But again, being impulsive for a little time causes a lot of damage. My only thought when I was at the ER and then the psych ward was to do another attempt right after I got out, but unfortunately the police had taken my SN, and I wasn't able to get it again after that. I was feeling so stupid to bring both of my bottles with SN so that everything was taken from me, but regrets... That's the story of my life. It's almost been a year since my attempt, and I have mixed emotions about it. I've tried recovery, and now everything is just falling a part again, but in general terms I'm at a better place now than a year ago. But who knows how long that's going to last.