I want to clarify. I have been suicidal; I have made the attempt. I swallowed more than enough vicodin to do the job, too. I survived and came away with some nerve damage for my effort.
My life is the most valuable thing that I own. It is an affront to every positive experience I have ever had and will ever have if I allow temporary thoughts of hardship to overpower my pursuit of my own happiness. As a grown man, if there is anything at all that is troubling me, I can either find or manufacture a solution, and if there IS no solution, fuck that problem, I refuse to let it become such a burden than it makes me question my own will to live.
I let indignance, restrained, righteous anger, and a modicum of selfishness draw my mind out of suicidal ideation. When I placed emphasis on the importance of myself and stopped caring so absurdly much about what others thought of me, my life grew immensely better.
Complete selfishness is bad. Complete selflessness is just as bad. We have to juggle the times when it is more important to care for someone else or to care for ourselves. It is okay to be selfish.