I do remember in my darkest days that I thought I was alone. I truly believed my daughter would be better off without me around. Looking back I can see this was false and twisted thinking of my illness. I can remember waking up in ICU and raging that "they" had saved me. I don't know what can be done for anyone in that state except being put in a safe place and kept safe. There is no magic meds in my opinion and we need more hospitals for that state. All the meds and all the coping skills in the world don't matter when your own mind is in that darkness. It was terribly terrifiing being in that place and I believe only time and compassion from the staff helped me. I don't know but this new trend of throwing meds at people simply isn't the answer. We need safe and accessible hospitals. That's my 2 cents on suicide. Maybe meds can prevent a person from being consumed by the illness but once there you need that safe place.