I remember there was a time in my life where I thought killing yourself was stupid. Wasn't living supposed to be everyone's priority? I think I was 5 or 6. I don't really remember much about my childhood, or even my life in general. I've spent most of it in a dissociative haze. I'm neurodivergent, most likely ASD and/or ADHD, so I've always felt different and less then other people. My first memories are of me being yelled at by my parents and teachers. My suicidal ideation started when I was 7. It was kinda a shit year for me, and I barely remember it, but I just wanted it all to end. It was entirely passive, I wasn't gonna do anything, but I didn't want to not die. It became active when I was 10. My mom lectured me about something at the end of the day when I was about to go to bed. I think I spilled something. It wasn't the first time that happened, but my mom said that she was going to tell my dad, and he was more strict about messes. When she went away, something snapped. I wanted that to be the last time something like that happened, and I knew that it would continue for the rest of my life. I didn't want to wake up in the morning. I thought that if I was dead my parents would be sad enough to not be mad at me. I tried to suffocate myself with my blanket. I tied it around my mouth and nose and hoped that I'd stop breathing. However, blankets do not provide a tight enough seal for something like that to be effective. I couldn't have known that though because I wasn't that aware of suicide as a concept. I started self-harming with pins when I was 12. I would stick them into my skin, and I could do it at school because no one ever noticed. I transitioned to knives when I was 13. It was a lot more effective because one of the main reasons for my self-harm was to feel like I had control over something, along with the need to punish myself. Knives actually drew blood, so I started using them instead of pins.