Right on all points Shalimar (and I'm glad for the sake of your generous spirit here) that you didn't 'manage it'. We would have missed your spirit even if we never knew you.
As for Robin Williams, yes, he had issues and one of them was depression. How many clinically depressed people do you think are walking around, rubbing shoulders with everyone, that would also qualify as depressed? Like Mr. Williams, they're suffering and unlike him, they haven't yet acted on how they're feeling. They haven't quite worked up the courage.
My daily mantra is '24 years, 2 and a half months'. Every day. That will take me up to 85 years old and I say it quietly to myself because I hope that there is truth in the possibility of visualization. Next month, the mantra will change to '24 years, 1 and a half months' and so on. The last thought in my mind each night is 'I wish I could die'. I was like this as a child and have vivid memories of sitting on my bed with my mothers arms around me and crying for hours that 'nobody loved me', I self medicated my way through my teens and twenty's and then I went on anti depressants until I realized they weren't making me feel any better and quit using them. I've stood staring at the rafters in the barn, I look at trees as I drive past them on the way to the grocery store and on really bad days, I wish I was brave enough. Last night I remembered that we have a nail gun and I wondered....
When I was in the church, I believed that a. God would help me and b. it was a sin so I couldn't act on my feelings. At this point I believe that we are all here for a 'reason' and if I short circuit that plan, I'll just wind up having to deal with whatever I'm supposed to learn or experience and I will have to repeat this whole experience one more time and I simply couldn't bear that. So I don't act on the impulses and instead spend my days and sleepless nights drowning in 'grief' that has no foundation but is there none the less. Those who have never experienced this situation have no idea how harsh it can be and how useless the platitudes are. Indeed the 'platitudes' and admonitions do nothing except make us feel guiltier and more hopeless than we already feel. So we smile and usually say nothing to our families because we don't want to 'harsh their buzz' and if we decide to finally end our own pain, the world around us is all amazed and exclaims how 'they never knew'.
So please 'world', quit thinking of suicides as quitters and cowards. They/we are hurting and we're stuck in a world where too often, the black dog of depression stalks us and grinds away the joy that should be part of our lives. To just chalk it up to a lack of life experience or blaming it on bullying is often only a tiny part of one persons entire picture.
For that metro worker to say such a horrible thing....like someone else here said, 'it leaves me speechless' but my guess is that whatever small amount of pain that teenager might have felt was far less than what he was dealing with before he stepped off that platform.