i know of people that you couldnt question their undying love for their family, kids and friends, yet for some reason- not from trauma or anything else, just could not shake depression.
they love their loved ones as much as any other person does.
yet they feel that their torment is so great that they are better off dead, for themselves, and for the ones they love.
they know the hurt theyll create, but also believe that it is outweighed by removing themselves from the situation.
who wants to grow up watching their father forever sad?- crying?, in despair?...no kids i know.
and who wants to have to care for smoeone like that?- sure you can try, but itll take your life also.
thats why it takes guts to do it. you do it because you cant deal with the tug of war these competing logics create.
this is why suicide is studied in depth in psych classes and debated by the great philosophers.
besides, if you are but one tiny speck in a galaxy, in one of an infinite number of universes, what does it matter?, really?...does it even matter?
does it even matter what anyone thinks?