I had a very good friend who committed suicide a few years ago. It was a really difficult time for everyone that was close to him. I've never had more difficulty dealing with a death - there is a constant feeling that maybe something could have been done, that maybe you missed a cry for help. At the same time there is a feeling of anger and betrayal. I disagree with other posters, suicide is not an act of a looser, it is often an act of desperation carried out by people with immense popularity and fame.
I have to admit, I don't know much about the psychology of suicide. But I can relate the story of my friend. He was East Indian, physically abused as a child, he witnessed his mother being beaten by his dad on a daily basis. At around the age of 15 he reacted. While his father in a rage and drunken stupor was assaulting his mother, he took a knife and placed it in his fathers chest. His father survived. But as a result of the incident my friend was charged and placed in a youth detention center. Upon release he lived with another friend, and didn't return home.
He did eventually return home though, a few years later. To witness the same violence. I should note that on no occasion did he reveal much of this information to anyone. His friends knew little about the abuse, we knew little about anything, until after his suicide. And when he returned home, it was almost as if everything was ok. He couldn't have looked happier - he had two jobs and was enrolled full-time in school. But the day came again when his father turned on his mother and threatened him with violence.
A few days later my friend, went around his regular business. He returned the things he borrowed from others, the nintendo games, the CD's, he called in sick to work, he dropped another friend off at school, he made himself dinner - leaving enough for his mother once she returned from work. He proceeded to step into his garage, turn on his car and place a pillow on the ground. He lay there with the smoke filling the room, until his breath was no longer. His mother found him, but it was too late.
The next few days were filled with sadness and shock - for his family, friends and community. At the funeral we were reminded by those giving the eulogy that we should remember the way he lived and not how he died. But the selfishness of his act didn't lend itself so easily to such an interpretation. Perhaps in his mind, he thought that his death would be a statement of sorts - a statement to his father of the misery he had placed on his son. And in the end, perhaps it did serve that purpose, but that wasn't it.
By committing suicide he left the strongest feeling of resentment amongst his friends. How selfish could he be? He took something away from us - which we loved. I'm still not sure how to counsel or how to see the signs of suicide. I think they can be so disparaging, yet latent, that you fail to notice. We didn't notice and I don't think there would be anyway really for us to have noticed and prevented what had happened.
If your thinking about it, and serious about it. Think again, think of the ones you love, the ones that love you - you probably don't even know how many people care about you. What is happening to you is not uncommon - what your thinking is not uncommon - we all think it. We have certain threshold for pain and we have coping skills to deal with that pain, but once that pain exceeds the ability to cope with it, we feel tremendous pressure. And people have different thresholds for pain. What you have to do, is try to increase your coping mechanisms. Rely on your friends, rely on those you trust, confide in them - they should help - and if they can't get help. Like other posters have said, pick up a phone, call someone - in N.America there are services available.
Achtung