Suicide isn't the answer. I tried that route, it didn't work out well.
Owing to how on 30 December 1994 I committed suicide being on the wrong drug for my SAD (antidepressants only compounded the matter) I can understand a reluctance to use mind altering substances - even if they are prescribed by Doctor.
Um yes, I
committed suicide, meaning I was successful at it. Just Emergency Room Doctors were a tad bit more successful at resuscitating me - twice, and countering the high doses of that antidepressant and other 'stuff'.
Damn meddlesome doctors and nurses are able to revive the dead.
I was 28 and had spent years struggling with 'depression'. I was diagnosed as having chronic depression and the psychiatrist who saw me saw me for 15 minutes and prescribed one of the antidepressants that were popular back then. I was misdiagnosed and mistreated. After that I was diagnosed as manic depressive since the new psychiatrist spent about 20 minutes with me and actually listed to half of my answers, but instead of just throwing me on a new medication (a mood leveler) she insisted that I go for a full psychological work up with a therapist.
That therapist spent 4-5 sessions with me (each an hour long) and ran me through psychological tests and actually asked the right questions and listened to my answers to discern that my issue was seasonal - she is the one that introduced me to light therapy and pretty much 'fixed' the unfixable. I
now know I have SAD (seasonal affected disorder) and my therapy is light and a few other things that are non-drug related. I manage my condition.
After my death, I spent three days in the psych ward under mandatory 72 hour hold. I lied through my teeth to get out of there. But then I knew what I was dealing with since I worked with others who has 'mental health issues' so I knew the right words to say in order to escape. Many suicide attempts are not so lucky, they get held longer and put through more 'stress'.
An attempt on your own life with meddlesome doctors able and more than willing to revive your corpse and force you to continue this horrible existence we call life is far, far, far worse than merely being depressed. The real horror comes when all of those family and friends find out that you are spending 72 hours under Psychiatric Evaluation for attempting suicide. Then you get to spend several years with them treating you like a China Doll, having them ask you over and over again like a broken record 'Are you OK?'.
They will watch you closely, follow you around, and always be wondering if you are thinking or about to do it again. You think you are under stress now? Wait until everyone in your life knows you like to kill yourself, they will be lurking everywhere and getting into everything in your life to prevent another so called 'attempt'.
You go from wanting to commit suicide because you are depressed to wanting to commit suicide to escape their constant nagging.
Then you get to find out how much your life affects those around you. You get to find out that the doctor who revived you thought you would be her first patient she lost to Mr. Death. You get to find out that your neighbor who relied on you for so many little, inconsequential things spent three days alone and was suffering. You find out that your real friends feel guilty, they know that they caused it - no matter how much you tell them it wasn't them.
You will lose a lot of friends over dying. More than a few will leave because you are a 'mental case' a 'nut-job' a 'wing nut', 'crazy', 'insane' - a couple may scream it to your face, the most will only air their opinion to the rest of the folk around you. The others will leave because they can't handle the responsibility of keeping you alive. Its too scary for them to risk your committing suicide again.
There are other consequences depending on the type of person you are and your belief system.
The two years after my death where hell on earth for me. I struggled day in and day out just to live. For years I had casually used drugs - a weekend warrior, that was about to change as I was laid off from work a little over a month after my job. It didn't help to know that everyone that worked at the place I worked had also been laid-off (the company closed up shop). I figured it was retribution for my committing suicide. God punishes all you see.
I went from weekend warrior to full time meth addict in about the span of a month. I went to fully self medicating my problems away. So I didn't actually see a therapist and get help and apply that help and things got better, I went the long painful route of going from straight forward suicide to slow suicide and other creative self destructive behaviors.
I got to the point where I could slam a full gram of speed and keep on walking. For 'normal' meth addicts 1/4 gram makes them sit down, a full gram lays them out on the floor in convulsions. But then I was using several days in a row before crashing, building up a hefty tolerance and always aiming for a higher high, a more screaming rush.
Back then I was proud of this accomplishment, a two syringe 'slam' to impress my other druggy buddies who were 'impressed'. Well I do tend to not think about the 'kid' who attempted the same thing, being so impressed with me and the idea. He ended up going head over heels and ended up in hospital for a few days ODing on meth. I was so proud of myself back then.
Consequences - there are always consequences. What we do affects others, be it something nice or be it something bad. Sure we may not be targeting others with our self destructive behavior(s), but ultimately many are thrown under the wheels of the train-wreck you make of your life.
Right now you are suffering the consequences of your silence. I'm willing to bet that your sully silence, your internalized sadness has affected those around you. Since you obviously come from a family that teaches silence over truth, I have to wonder at what goes through the head of your mother, father, siblings - are they slowly being pushed to depression themselves because you, as a depressed person, are bulldozing their emotions under as you push forward in your 'depressed state'?
Sure there is a chance that you will commit suicide and not have meddlesome ER doctors around to revive you and keep that old body going. But there is the other side to that coin where you are a partial success and either end up dealing with the wreckage of being dead and alive at the same time and getting to see all of those people who are around you suffer. Or worse.
Many suicides end up doing permanent damage. Brain damage is common - and we are not talking just a minor loss of memory we are talking about drooling idiots who are unable to control their bodily functions and are
AWARE of the damage they have done. We are talking more than a few cases of full onset vegetative state where we ain't sure the person isn't trapped inside their body screaming for the rest of their life.
People have jumped off high structures and have lived, granted in a wheel chair or on machines since they severed their spinal cord.... but they lived. People have put a firearm to their head and put a bullet into the brain only to cut out some minor functionality, such as the ability to to talk, or the ability to control their body.
Even jumping of a bridge isn't 100% successful:
http://listverse.com/2008/10/14/10-extre...survivors/
So, here is what I would
like for you to do. I'm not going to force you and you can make whatever mistakes you like. I would prefer for you to it differently.
1. Don't make the same mistakes I made - you do not need to make them, I already went that route.
2. Get a therapist - a
psychologist to evaluate you and work with you at least 4 sessions to determine
if you need drugs.
You might only need therapy. No drugs needed. You might need to only use the psychological tools a psychologist can teach you to manage your condition.
3. If you need drugs, get them. Use them as prescribed and work with that therapist as you are on them. Report every single side effect, from twitchy left eyelid to feeling worse not just to the psychiatrist who is prescribing but to that therapist as well.
Since you state that money is a concern, there are programs in the state of Virgina (I assume VA means Virgina) that have both free and sliding scale health care.
http://www.vhcf.org/ is one
Instead of googling methods to kill yourself, try gooling 'free health care ____________ Virgina' where the blank is where you live, city, town, county.
http://www.google.com/webhp?hl=en#hl=en&...34&bih=605 IS for the whole state - plenty of sites.