Name changed for this. I gotta problem. I've been depressed for some time, which in my case means spending hours staring into space, and moping around with a long face. The last two nights I've been googling suicide methods. I forget which philosopher said that only the thought of suicide helped him get through some nights.
My wife of 40+ years says she can't put up with me any more, and if I can't cheer up ... well, she wasn't specific, but her meaning was clear: we can't stay together.
Unfortunately, the local suicide hotline closes at midnight, so basically the hotline closes just as the dark night of the soul kicks in.
I'm not in the UK; it's gonna be a long night.