I knew a work colleague who killed herself, tbh I wasn't particularly friends wuth her, but even so, her death affected me quite deeply. To the outside world, back in 90s London, she had everything, a great flat, a dj boyfriend, friends, etc etc, and I honestly don't think the actual 'reason' was ever discovered, but she threw herself in front of a train. Such a shock, clearly remember the whole workplace being in such tremendous distress, she was literally the life and soul.
I have once, fleetingly, thought about ending my life, I had terrible pnd, and the black mist descended, never have I felt so alone and empty, but guilty too, I had a beautiful, healthy baby and shouldn't feel like this. I realised something was so wrong, I went to my doctors, spoke to people,refused anti depressants (stupidly thought they would make me weak - a by product of emotional abuse from childhood). Pnd has changed me for life though, I'm less confident than I used to be. Watching my mum go through terminal cancer stopped the suicidal thoughts though, I have a new found desire to live my life to the full.