A lot of people seem to misunderstand what Depression actually is. It's not feeling crappy for a bit and then killing yourself to stop it because you don't care how anyone else feels. Depression is a mental illness. It's like having a hood put over your head and the only thing you can see is a wall in front of you. Sometimes if you move, the hood tightens and you can see even less. Maybe there is a door to get out of the room, maybe there isn't. The more you move, the more you believe that you're locked in the room. There's people in the room telling you to just take it off, but you can't because it's been drilled into your skull. When someone takes their own life to escape depression, they do think about everyone else. That's what keeps them going for another day, or another week, or another month until it gets too much. Until you've felt the nails in your skull and seen everything going dark; you can't condemn people that have because you honestly have no clue what it's like.