When I was 12 I had decided to kill myself one night. But during school that day I happened to have a conversation with this one teacher of mine. We just got into things that were going on with me and the fact that I was constantly depressed for no reason and she just listened for like a half hour. That night as I hung myself from the window blind cord, I suddenly thought, If she was willing to care about me just like that and I barely knew her for four months, then there must be someone else. That thought was so appealing that I struggled with the rope, put my feet back on the floor, and had a good cry for awhile.
I too am afraid that I will go to hell for killing myself if there even is a hell. Also I couldn't do that to my family and friends. I have a list called 200 Reasons to Stay Alive which I made and that helps some sometimes.
Kristina