There are stories about people who attempt suicide and fail, so they’re disabled and/or disfigured now. The crazy thing is that they’re still alive. They didn’t attempt it a second time. What that tells me is that suicide is something that temporarily grips you, and if you have the ability to cope somehow without killing yourself, things get better. Or maybe things don’t get better, but you no longer want to die over it.

There are guys out there with half their face gone because they missed, and they decided that life was worth living.