I have never thought about suicide. Other than when other people bring it up. For example my doctor or psychologist when they ask, "Have you ever thought about suicide or harming yourself?" Without hesitation the answer is always "No."
Is there a difference, though, in not wanting to exist?
I don't even like uttering the word, but it is a reality for so many people. They hurt so bad, they would do anything to end it. All. They leave behind the people who love them, who cannot forgive themselves for not doing more. For not knowing how to help. The reality is they did do all they could. The disease took over. They should not blame themselves.
In some cases the only thing friends and family can do is be there. To be in the same room and not say a word is sometimes enough. You may not think you are making an impact, but you are. (I can only speak for myself here).
Often times it's not that the person wants to die. It's that they want to escape the agony in their life. And unfortunately this is the only way they know how.
Today: Like most, I'm trying to figure things out. Sometimes that's day by day, moment by moment, and even breath by breath.