It's strange to hear you say that because that is what always comes to mind when I feel so low I want to try and commit suicide again. I have tried to commit suicide four times before I had children. Some way, some how someone has intervened and saved my life. Especially the last time I had it planned for days, I waited till my brother went to work, we were roommates, and I had called out of work sick and I had all my loose ends tied up or so I thought anyway. My aunt happened to call my job to ask me a question and when they said I was out sick she called my cell which went right to voicemail. For some reason she decided to drive to my house. She had never been to my house before and she lived about thirty minutes away. She said she just had this bad feeling and decided to get in her car and drive to my house heck she even had to call my father at work for directions. Now why did she do that when she had never even been there before. I always saw that as God. I just assumed he must have a plan for me that I need to carry out first and when I pray everyday I ask him to show me what that plan is and I am still waiting for my answer.