I've unsuccessfully tried to kill myself twice. It takes a great amount of courage to plan and then execute the plan once conceived. Both times I was treated like a criminal at the local hospital; they saw me as a failure of a human and then once I was stable, I was transferred to a mental hospital for a 72 hour hold.
There was no understanding of tinnitus at the mental hospital and I spent my time with my head sandwiched between two pillows due to the loud and uncontrolled screaming of the other patients. No therapy was given, just warehousing. It really was my worst nightmare.
That was five years ago and I often wish I still had that level of tinnitus now; it was really quite mild to what I have today.
What gave me the will to live was seeing the anguished faces of my family gathered around my hospital bed when I awoke and realized that my death would have transfered my pain and torment to them if I had died. This thought has kept me alive every day since.