It's weird to me that people don't seem to grasp there are levels to all of this. Suicide is something that, by definition, you have to be out of your mind to do. We're wired to survive at all costs, the survival instinct is incredibly powerful. To circumvent that, you have to be pretty much out of your mind with pain. To the point you become detached from reality.
People typically don't just snap. They talk themselves out of it, over and over and over. Struggling and pulling themselves away from that cliff over and over again. Then all it takes is one lapse, one break, one moment that is just too much to get through. And people say oh that guy is weak or selfish and just gave up. Ridiculous. I've made two attempts in my life, both nearly two decades ago. And I've done all sorts of passive damage to myself, and lived through year after year where I thought about it every single day. But I got through it somehow. And maybe tomorrow, or next month, or five years from now it finally overwhelms me. And people will say oh what a coward, not realizing it's something you've been fighting for decades.
It would be nice if life was like a care bears movie, and love conquered all, even mental illness. But it isn't. Someone fucked up enough to commit suicide is a very, very sick person that was finally just overwhelmed. It's not like they WEREN'T fighting. They were fighting and winning every day, for thousands of days, but you only have to lose once to lose permanently.