I started therapy because I nearly killed myself. I came about two steps away from attempting suicide. And unless something went really wrong, I probably would have been successful. I spent months thinking about it and planning how it would go, and was just waiting for that moment. Once that moment hit, I did what I promised myself I would do, and reached out to someone. I didn't tell them I was suicidal, but they reacted like they needed to and it saved my life that night.

Two weeks later, I found myself at my first appointment with my T because friends forced me to go. I was severely depressed, very anxious, and overwhelmed by life. I didn't tell her about the near suicide attempt until two years later (and despite knowing how depressed I was, she never asked at the time whether I was suicidal...maybe she knew I wouldn't tell the truth?). Her response was that if it ever got to that point again, we could talk about it and figure out why, and we could find our way through it together. I don't think she would hospitalize me unless she had a lot of evidence that I wouldn't be able to make it to my next appointment, and would only use that as an absolute last resort.