I remember children when I was in high school, committing suicide. I didn't see it coming. And I believe that was entirely on purpose, the hiding, I mean. And still I can't always pick out what is me, someone else, but I had so little awareness then of what I might be capable of. I've been thinking about it since that time.
The word scared my parents. It was not to be taken lightly. The two things I got from them though in talking about the kids in school, were that once it was done, there was no changing it, or anything, and that it would devastate your loved ones. As a parent, my response to this idea is that once you leave, you can't get us back. You may come back, but to what, and where, who knows? It is unlikely we'd know each other and you'd still be working on your 'stuff'. The circumstances just change, the lessons will remain similar until you understand. So if things are pretty decent, stick around and see what can be done with this life.
I've lived years with depression, since about 27, and I know how to hold my stuff together to be social as needed. I don't go out of my way to be social when things are bad, but if I have to, I can look almost cheerful. And most people are not going to look farther. Even people I believe are empathic will not dig past my effort to get by. Most of them are busy enough with the onslaught of their daily challenges as sensitive people. Every one of them would help if asked, but empaths rarely burden others with their pain. And that brings me to people who are so sad, they 'leave'. I believe many are sensitive. Maybe most. Some will be empaths. I read an article by an author that I respect, about the number of writers that take their lives, that they had a high incidence, but it was a plea to carry on. I think many of these people are if not empaths [probably often not aware], then sensitive and likely on the path, but most importantly, the hope for better or different has left them or the sadness drowned them.
For me, I have dealt with it for long enough that I see cycles. That I've come out of some of my worst pain, that I can, for a while. But I've seen that place where dying looks like release.
I had a good childhood, and was not in danger until I'd had time to grow and begin understanding, and my stance is 'change'. If it gets that bad, everything is open to major change. I believe in the ability to walk away. Even if wherever you go, there you are, still, change offers possibilities. I think just believing I can make changes, allows me to work through the worst of it, or just rest and wait until I can get up and try again. It is alright to back off. I think if rest and change were better understood in society, we'd see less desperation.
My way of coping with the loss of a person who has left is my feeling that they 'went home' to rest. They are soul, they left this incarnation. They are not dead, they just were done with this experience, this time. It is devastating for those left behind. That is the hardest part. They want more than anything to make and allow for the change and hope and help that might have kept their loved one's here. That is those of them with family and friends. Imagine how hard it is without one or the other, or both. And sometimes I think some lives are just too intense given what you have to work with. Sometimes, we are born incompatible with life, maybe with a 'heart condition' that won't give us long, and I mean that either way.
Love to you.