I have felt like dying for one of two reasons, and sometimes for both; I actually felt enough physical pain I prayed to God a nurse would fuck up and give me a medicine I was allergic to and kill me, and there were times I was so depressed I wanted to die, and the time where I was physically, mentally, and emotionally tired and hurt and so DONE with everything I took an entire bottle of Tylenol PM. I was in a coma for twenty four days. On day nineteen they were going to shut off life support, and I moved my arm, and my mom jumped in the doctor, and made him watch until I moved it again two minutes later. The next day, I swallowed and moved my head, and on Day 25 I woke up completely and I started remembering, so the doctors said that's the day I woke up. And do you know what? I haven't regretted waking up, or been suicidal since (4 years ago).