...I thought I'd write something up myself. This wouldn't be well researched or well written, more than likely, because it's getting later in the evening and it's personal experience.
For anyone who doesn't know or can't fathom how a severely depressed person feels, imagine the following. You feel worthless. Worse than worthless. You feel every breath you take is depriving oxygen from something better, worthier than you to breathe it. The only solace you might feel is that some plant can take in the carbon dioxide you exhale and use it to live. Every mistake you've made during the day, the week, your life, is propped up as a reason you are worse than worthless, you are a negative stain on existence. That clean spoon you dropped on the dirty floor, that customer request you messed up, failing to meet a minor deadline or match up to the ideals of how a normal person should act such as cleaning the litter box or doing the laundry in a timely manner, all of them prove how you make the world a worse place to be just by existing. Everyone you know somehow tolerates your mistakes, your needs, your screw-ups, your presence, but you know they'd all live happier, better lives if you were absent from the picture. Just by existing, you are harming them, and harming countless others you tangentially deal with. You have nothing to offer the world but more misery, more burdens, more problems, and it seems the world only gives back failure and pain.
At that point, if you felt that way, wouldn't you feel a little suicidal?
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