So this may be not very sympathetic, but I'm not very sympathetic with myself. Whenever I have suicidal thoughts, or especially when I sit and thing, "Why don't I just quit? I'm not doing anything well?" I get even more angry with myself. Here's why- survivor's guilt. We see children starving, women being beaten, pets being abused all the time on the news. Their lives, that they want desperately, are being taken. And here I am, bitching about being not pretty/smart enough. How selfish of me. Which leads to more self loathing. However, usefulness and value are synonymous when it comes to humans. You may not feel valuable, but you are always useful just by being mobile/capable of working with your hands/capable of speaking words. If you truly want to end it and be done with life, then do it but NOT by killing yourself. Do it by buying a ticket to an impoverished place, or by going to a women's shelter or soup kitchen...and end your own life there by saving others' lives. You won't have to put up with your life anymore, but, instead of wasting life, you'll be putting it to good use. It's hard to practice this, especially with a family, but being a human gives us skills and work value that have a purpose. Even if it's just by brute force. If you don't want to use that purpose for yourself, someone else could really use it. So if you really are done with your life, don't take it, give it.

When I'm done with myself, I will sell everything, get on a plane, and head to South America. There I will teach in war torn and impoverished villages so small children can learn English and helpful skills that will lead them to a better life. If I die along with them, when I already gave up my life, so be it. If I don't, then I can save (hopefully) other lives. After spending time in Colombia, I realize how hard some have to work just to stay alive.

Not sure how much this helps. But life is a terrible thing to waste. Distracting depression at least makes it bearable (for me), but sometimes that distraction has to be crazy.