Woken up just now trying to process the events of last night. I came close to killing myself. I only stopped because I knew it would be incredibly traumatic for my husband to find me and/or if I wasn't successful with the attempt on my life, but ended up in hospital, things would certainly be even worse by the consequences of people knowing I've tried to end my life. My career would be in jeopardy and I'd still have to go on. Please don't tell me to call NHS services because they have been less than useful and actively harmful for me in the past. I'm on antidepressants. I have private therapy although I haven't been lately due to work and childcare commitments. Nobody knows how bad I feel except my husband but I don't think he takes it seriously. I haven't bothered to tell him about last night as we'd had an argument already and he'd gone off to sleep in another room without saying goodnight. If I told him he'd probably just be angry or overly rational anyway. I have a toddler so obviously don't want to put her the through trauma of losing a parent so young. Things feel unsustainable in the medium to long term. Wondering what to do.