Yup. Once I first realized that suicide is an option, there was no going back. Whenever things get worse, the idea starts creeping in one's mind, and the more it repeats, the less shocking it becomes, until it becomes the default state of the mind. Therapy mostly deals with accepting the bullshit, like putting a painting of a beautiful landscape over a window that provides a view onto the junkyard. It doesn't help that most therapists just put you on meds and hope that they'll see you alive next time, without even bothering to listen. Though I suppose it can help in certain cases, mostly if the issues aren't that crippling (though you can't really tell which issues are worse since we all tend to think our pain is the worst). I'm not entirely against therapy, but unfortunately in my experience a lot of things that therapists and psychiatrists said and did bordered on straight up quackery.