When you've lost family members to suicide, you learn to become bitter when others do it. I'm not the world's happiest person either, but I learned to overcome, I found something in life I enjoyed that keeps me going, I don't give a damn what anyone thinks honestly. Yes I too was depressed a lot, felt the weight of the world was on my shoulders, still do, but I don't let it eat at me. So don't give me lip about my personal opinion on this, find something in life that can give you that happy medium, seek help, all that, it's out there.
I stand by my belief that if you think you can stop your pain by offing yourself, and putting others more in a world of hurt, then you gave up too easily. In the case of my deceased cousin I find him selfish because a woman who he was to marry left him one week prior to getting married, left him an unstable mess the rest of his days. But he has a daughter with this woman, she was 6 years old, he never thought about being there for her anymore, not letting her have a dad in her life, how is that not unselfish? You go find that help, you do whatever it takes to overcome in life.
And if you still think I'm a jackass for being truthful and honest, so be it. Sometimes I speak my mind and don't hide it. I had an uncle years ago, tried killing himself 3 times, never succeeding till one day he died of a heart attack, why he did so, I never asked my mom, plus he died when I was 7. My dad thought of suicide at one point years before his death of dementia (which he had, but his death certificate said he died of that, pneumonia actually did him in, he died right in front of me), why because his back was hurting from a work injury, but he sought help and got it, those thoughts never occurred again with him. The dementia was hereditary, and could've also been spurred by alcoholism for 17 years.
If you think I'm stooping low for no reason, then you don't know me well enough, I've seen too much tragedy in my life already. I've also the misfortune of my own mother blaming my dad for her problems and not giving a damn that he's dead, and years later still bringing up problems that he may have caused her, still think I'm a happy guy? Thing is I can learn to overcome it and smile through the pain and know I'm alive for a good reason. You know BR the online guy, you don't know BR the guy in real life, two totally different personas. This time I chose to bring my real life persona into this as this topic hit close to home for me.
With this guy we don't know if he had a chemical imbalance in his brain (though far as I know there are medications for that), or something that may have been fixable in his life was eating away at him. If it's the former, my apologies, if it's the latter, no excuses.
If you don't like my opinion of it, tough. I've said my part and am done with this. I've basically left some of my life story in this topic to show you some of the things I have been through and life and still live as strong as I can. I know you are depressed, do as I do and find that happy medium in life, don't let anyone step on you for it. Keep your damned chin up everyday, go to a mirror and smile, feel happy to be alive. Might not seem like much to you, but trust me, it helps.