From the article… (I think it might get heavy emotionally for some to read these accounts.)
Age at suicide attempt: 15
What do you remember about the day?
There wasn’t a specific thing that prompted it. My life was a mess—my mom and dad had lost their parental rights when I was 13 and I was living with my grandfather, an abusive alcoholic who’d say things to me like, “You’re gonna be a drug addict just like your parents.” I had this feeling that nobody really loved me and I was never going to fit in and have a place in the world. I was just so tired of feeling this way. I liked not being awake. I didn’t think anyone would miss me.
I went to school and it was just a normal day. That evening, I grabbed two 100-count bottles of Tylenol PM and laid out all the pills in little groups of five. One bottle was partly used, so in total, there were 183 pills.
I feel frustrated and sad thinking about the poor souls who reached the edge, took a look around, decided quietly, and stepped over it to die.