I understand there are countless of you whom have suffered to the edge and found the strength to step back, to choose a different path. For that I truly and whole heartedly commend you. That said, saying "I was there but couldn't do that to my family" does not make you a better person than one who was taken by depression. This disease touches every person differently and no two will ever suffer the same.
No one chooses to let sickness win. That would be like saying a person chooses to get cancer. No one in their right mind chooses to end their life. The disease kills their right mind.
Yes, it is devastating for those left behind. Being left behind as a result of a suicide makes us angry. It makes us hurt. It makes us blame. But if we can look beyond that we can see that as much as we suffer it was but a fraction of what our loved one must have been going through.
I guarantee there is someone in every one of our lives struggling to keep smiling, to keep above water. Rather than point out the sins of the fallen we need to as humans lean on each other to help those on the brink. Diseases only win when we let
Agree or disagree, that is your choice. This is just my two cents.