Me. I was suicidal, and I don’t have any family to speak of.
Therapy helped. Anti-depressants helped. Finding things that made me happy (or if not happy, content). For me that was reading, writing, films, seeing friends, swimming.
The things that really helped were coming to understand that I have a place in the world just as much as anyone else, and that I wouldn’t always feel this way. No feeling is permanent. Then it became a question of riding it out rather than thinking ‘this is how life will always be.’
I hope some of this has struck a chord and is helpful.
I have a couple of things in my life that make it worth living now (my work, two friends, and my cats, who need me), and I’m currently trying to reduce my dose of antidepressants - very slowly! - after being on them for over 20 years.
Sending you very best wishes 