Mine isn't as severe as some of the stories I've read, but here's mine:
My parents were always fighting when I was younger, and I would always remember hiding and covering my ears from their yelling. It was pointless arguing, but that pointless arguing lead to their divorce in the summer of 2009. I remember falling to my knees, sobbing and begging my dad to stay, but he just walked out the door and left. I couldn't do anything but cry and watch his car drive off into the night as my heart broke.
After that, everything went downhill. I wanted to live with both my parents, and not having them both there for me all the time really hit me hard. I stopped playing soccer, gained weight, got depressed and missed school countless times. I think I only showed up to school about once a week, if not less in grade 6. I wasn't suicidal, but I had given up on myself.
I started to see my dad more again in grade 7, and things did get better. I went to school more often, saw my friends, and was happier than I had been in a long time. Around halfway through March 2012, my dad's girlfriend got mad at my sister and was yelling at her. I was staying out of the fight, not saying anything. She stopped yelling at my sister and I thought she was done, but instead she turned to me and began saying horrible things to me that I can't repeat on this forum. I didn't even say a single word and she started to spew these horrible words at me. I sat there in horror, and when she was finished I ran outside into the snow, not even wearing my shoes or coat and ran. My dad eventually caught up to me and took me home. I was so upset by the things she had said that I began to see myself in her eyes. I stopped showing up for school again and blocked out the rest of the world. I got very depressed and was suicidal.
I wrote countless suicide notes and had countless thoughts of suicide, but I could never bring myself to do it. Finally, I decided that I would just get it over with. As I was finishing my note and picked up my knife, I took a last look at a photo of me and my family and I came to a realization: I could never change my mind if I did kill myself, and that I would leave all of my family and friends grief stricken. I realized that I could pull through, and that's just what I did.
I'm now happier than I ever was, have good grades, attend school regularly and will be graduating into grade 9 at the end of June. I'm glad I didn't kill myself that night, looking back it was foolish of me to even think of throwing away all possibilities of becoming who I am today.