Coffee drinkers seem to do everything that seems to put them at risk for depression and suicide, but they are highly protected,

Women who drank more than two to three cups of coffee a day were at about one-third the risk of suicide over the 10-year period compared to women who never drank coffee,

The 4,000 chemicals in tobacco smoke just about do everything that we know that is harmful to the heart, ... It will damage the lining of the arteries, increase the stickiness of your blood, therefore increasing the chances that you will develop clotting and develop a heart attack.

They reported feeling more tired as they went about their daily activities, ... and over time, they reported not being able to do things they used to be able to do, like stooping, bending, carrying groceries, climbing stairs....

The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling.

Killing oneself is, anyway, a misnomer. We don't kill ourselves. We are simply defeated by the long, hard struggle to stay alive. When somebody dies after a long illness, people are apt to say, with a note of approval, "He fought so hard." And they are inclined to think, about a suicide, that no fight was involved, that somebody simply gave up. This is quite wrong.