I have depression right now and I totally get why some of the depressed people killed themselves. I was one of the dudes who say "just pull yourself together", I could have never been wrong in my entire life.  If anyone wonders what it felt like to have one, it is dark but not black, floating but not flying, loneliness but not sadness, and surviving but not living. It is weird, the lack of a goal, motivation, and desire to live is slowly taking its toll on our mental states. It is like quicksand on a beautiful beach you never know it was there until you come across it, and after you know that there is a quicksand on that beach, the way you look at that beach will never be the same. Our greatest enemy is ourselves, if this can't stop us, who else can? Stay strong warriors, do not give in!