The only time my mother ever considered suicide was because of unrelenting pain that the doctors would not treat and didn't seem to be able to diagnose. I remember it well. I was a young teen freshly married. I took her to the docs and the hospital as she walked through this. Then my son was born, her first grandchild, and it gave her a reason to live. We spent a lot of time together. And, amazingly, her pain began to diminish over a long period of time. We think we understand it now, but then, it was not understood. She just had to walk through it. Now, I have to deal with pain, that can put me in the same space. But, I can't discuss it with her. And my grandchildren keep me alive. Fortunately, the pain varies in severity, so I get some time away from it. And that can help. The medical field has a lot to learn on this subject.