It's different when it's YOU
Feanaro (and Ktulu, and other fortunates),
To an outside observer, perhaps the problems might not seem so bad, but when depression and panic and despair fall on you-very heavily it falls, too-and you cannot take a breath without fear filling every cell, death seems like a gift.
Do you know what it is like to want to die, because the world has fallen apart around you, and you don't know anything about anything anymore, and you're not even sure who you've turned into and WHY this is happening? I have. I know those feelings.
With me, the difference is that I know that, horrible as it is, it will eventually pass. I will take medication that will pacify the waves of panic, and I will take other Godsent meds that will lift the darkness from my mind. I will get up, dust myself off, and begin again.
I've done it before, many times. I will probably have to do it again, and it really does get harder as I get older-it takes longer to recover. But I am resilient, and I have a purpose in life that anchors me here, so I have to get through it.
But not everyone handles it as well. Some people it hits unexpectedly, later in their lives, with no warning, and they have no idea what to do with it. Others get it in their teens, when everything is already overwhelming and they don't have a clue who they are and how much their family really loves them, or that it will get better. Some don't respond to any medication, or any treatment, and suffer for decades before they seek the final out. Neurochemistry has made some great advances, but treating depression is still no better than voodoo and folklore sometimes. Add the mysteries of Mind, and Soul, for which pharmacology has no treatments (though venues for them do exist, too).
I truly pray that you never find yourself curled into the fetal position, crying and wimpering in terror over nothing really serious. May your brain continue to secrete all the right neurotransmitters in the proper amounts at the proper time. I hope you never look at your guns as an escape from pain, or look in your medicine cabinet with fear, or wonder what would happen if you stepped off the curb in front of the bus. If you have teenagers, I hope they know and feel the depth and breadth of your love for them. I hope your friends always know they can talk to you about anything. I hope you know that you are not alone, not ever.
I pray you never truly, intimately KNOW what I am talking about.
And I hope you can learn compassion for those of us who do.
Peace.