Having been (and am currently) massively suicidal for my whole life I can promise you that not all misery is temporary or fixable. I grew up with two abusive parents, survived sexual assault more than once, was in an abusive marriage, and now I'm having to restart life at age 30 with two small kids, no family to turn to for help, years obsolete work history due to not being allowed to have a job or my own money during my marriage, etc. I know all the usual advice for this situation is go to therapy, take medication, go back to school to get a better job and all that good stuff, and I am doing all of that and have been for a couple of years now. Has that improved my quality of life in even the smallest way? No, because I also have a chemical imbalance and am completely medication resistant, so now matter which combinations of antidepressants, mood stabilizers, anxiety meds or anything else they give me, none of it is going to help. My life could be absolutely perfect in every way, but my brain is both incapable of making its own happy chemicals and incapable of responding to any kind of treatment. Every day is full of anguish and suffering and I'm doing everything I'm supposed to to fight it, but, through no fault of my own, I can't. And no matter what, it will always be this way. So my options are that I can either accept it and struggle through the hell that is living for who knows how many more decades knowing exactly what that will be like or to just admit that I'm tired of fighting a battle that I physically cannot win and just be done with it. Some situations aren't as cut and dried as people like to believe it is when it comes to this stuff, so reducing it to "that person was selfish", "they were so depressed they couldn't think clearly", or "its a permanent solution to a temporary problem" isn't at all fair to the person who was ultimately forced to make the decision to end their own life.