What I really dont understand is why people commit suicide. I know its because they cant handle their problems anymore. But I dont understand how they can put their family through so much pain. I have helped multiple people through depression, I have picked my closet friends up from train stations because they were planning on jumping in front of the next train coming. I have gone round to friends houses because they told me they were cutting themselves. I got to my friends house and he had set the rope up and was ready to hang himself. I found a letter that my sister wrote explaining how she was going to commit suicide, she was going to stab herself on christmas eve with a massive knife. My other sister came to me in panic after cutting herself multiple times. On of my friends that i have known my whole life went through a horrible break up and was constantly cutting himself deeper and deeper, I sat with him every night from the moment i got home from school to the minute he fell asleep. My Grandma admitted to me while she was in hospital that she overdosed on her sleeping pills purposely because she doesnt want to be alive any more. Being honest, suicide crosses my mind every night. But when i think about taking action I think of all the pain I have been through because of friends thinking and acting upon their suicidal thoughts. I really couldnt put my family through that pain with the way all our lives are going at the moment.
Maybe one day, hopefully one day.