I tried to commit when I was.. in my early years. Before teens. And I hate remembering that day because. I suffer from MDD And go through depressive phases. And that day, I was happy but then turned sad instantly. I was home alone and started taking photos of me down, starting putting on the ones that have me in them and I went upstairs and took a bunch of my mom's sleeping pills. I remeber my legs hurting and falling asleep. And I would wake up to my mom yelling at me because I took down my photos, she told me that those photos weren't mine to take down and she was mad that I did that. She forced me to grab the photos and return them downstairs. To which I did and I could barely walk, my legs were hurting which I assume was from the heavy medication. And that day was the worst because my mom and other person. Was mad at me and I could barely walk, whole body felt cold and numb. I would end up sleeping but I also hate that day because nobody asked if I were okay.