The transcience of life is never more apparent to me than when I learn of someone's passing. Whether at their own hand (news which I have heard far too often lately) or at the hand of Fate, death is a reminder that our personal bank account of time is limited.
How much of our time is spent doing things that aren't serving us, or worse, are actually harming us? How little time do we spend focused on the people, places and passions that really turn us on?
I'm not saying your life has to be one peak experience after another. We'd tire out quickly if we didn't have some down time between all that luscious intensity. What I am saying is life on purpose is a lot more satisfying than aimless wandering into the "I have no idea what I want and I don't care to find out" approach to your days.
It is upsetting to think people feel they have no other way out of their troubles than to exit this world voluntarily. There is always a way out ~ inside of life. You needn't jump outside it to find the solution.
Repeat after me: You are not your circumstances. You have instrinsic value no matter where you are right now. Circumstances change. You can too, if you wish.