I assume you're not mentally ill. I'd love to be able to function like a neurotypical human. I'd love to not have crippling depression and anxiety so bad I cannot stand up and a million other wishes, but it just wont happen. Pills help, some, they make some of the darkness clear up, at least until they wear off in the late afternoon. I have to constantly fight my own brain to be able to even get up and make breakfast some days. I've got a literal disability, so of course the reasonable thing is to just not do anything, right; Lie in bed all day, crying until I dehydrate myself? No! Have you never heard of accessibility? We shouldn't just let people sit in the corner and pray that their brain suddenly starts working normally.
I, personally, am not going to kill myself over some random gif(the chemical imbalances in my brain will do it first! :D), but many of my friends are more fragile.
Do you know what it's like to simultaneously know fully and completely and logically that killing yourself is not a good idea, while simultaneously feeling with every fiber of your soul that it's the only thing to do? Oh how I wish my brain was as agreeable as yours.
Funny thing they don't tell you about suicide. It's not about wanting to kill yourself. See, when you're really depressed, nothing seems to have any meaning. it all becomes this sort of featureless grey landscape. All the objects are there, but your brain just will not manufacture the right chemicals to care about any of it. I have literally cancelled going on a date with my girlfriend because I know it wouldn't be any more rewarding than literally staring at the ceiling. That's not quite it actually. Really, it's more that the word 'rewarding' seems to just sort of lose all meaning. Like, it's an infinite chain of 'so what?' If I went out, I could cuddle my girlfriend. So what? I'd be happy. So what? So what so what so what. I pray you never have depression. It is terrifying. Can you imagine standing in the shower, looking at your arms, trying to come up with reasons that slicing them lengthwise with your father's razor would be a bad idea? Can imagine not finding any? Humans are not these perfect machines of abstract logic and formal propositions. We're fucking bags of chemicals, and sometimes the mix of chemicals is just a little bit off, so everything gets a whole lot harder.
Is it not worth your time to make a stranger's day at least a little easier?