I never considered suicide, though I had the means and the opportunity pretty much anytime I wanted. I was a what I called a "punisher". I would cut or hurt myself, stop eating, do drugs or drink, be with people who were abusive, just different things like that. I was angry at my life, some of the people in it, and myself a lot of the time. If I was focused on hurting me, I was doing it and I could control it, it helped to distract me from the things that hurt me that I couldn't control. My life wasn't as bad as some, I know plenty of people have had it a lot worse but it was bad enough. It was my dirty secret for the most part, I never told anyone. I still haven't divulged all the awful details to any one person though I have shared bits and pieces of my journey to others.
I would have to say that learning to value myself helped a lot. I met someone, finished school early and left home at 17. That was the biggest factor for me, to get away from the negative influences in my life that provided me with the means and the excuses to hurt myself. It's always a struggle, I still have the tendencies but with a family now and kids I don't want them to see me do those sorts of things. They are mimics and I would never want to teach them that. We work on positive ways to channel anger and frustration, to help them learn and to reinforce it for me.