I know suicide is not a very original answer and it's kind of a "did you escape it or did you just fail?" Kind of thing, but I'm still so thankful it didn't go as planned. I had been planning it for a while and I had a rope under my bed. I got drunk one night and had a bad night which kind of triggered me into just going for it. I tied the rope to the balcony and looped it around my neck before climbing down. (Yep no jump from me). I don't remember a lot after that, because I passed out. I do remember having an intensely vivid beautiful dream where my family was telling me how much they loved me and to stay alive and all the kinds of things people say happen when they have near death experiences (except no life flashing before my eyes) And then I woke up and everything was harsh and real and I could hear someone yelling "don't do it" and another person was taking me down off the balcony. The weirdest part of it was, It took me a while to figure out what was going on. It honestly felt like I had just been asleep having a great dream. I almost just wanted to go back there. That being said, I've had heaps of help with stuff since then and I am so so grateful for all the extra time I've been given post that day. I'll never forget the intensity of that near death lack of oxygen dream vision thing juxtaposed with the horrible crashing reality of waking up to real life and what I had done.