To rob your own life is a lost opportunity to practice gratitude and compassion for those who have loved you, even if you never knew of their intended kindness. To offer your life for the happiness of others is the ultimate selflessness, but not when you lose your own battle against hope.
To honour life is, for both situations, the middle way, the only way.
If only you came to this realisation, your path to happiness would not be as harsh as you think it is when you consider suicide. And if by misfortunes you fail into the delusion of self-hate and helplessness, but the fountain of your love and the pureness of your intention are greater, the greater is the chance for you to get to unfold and cultivate this truth as a higher being, in future lives.
And this is what I tell you my neighbour, my love, my friend, now that you have walked this terrible patch: No, it's not too late for this conversation: nobody judges you or blames you, somewhere, just now, life is welcoming again the blessing of your pure and genuine heart. And this time, I pray for your happiness, that in your new rebirth you will be able to love and forgive all your demons. I chant for you to glow once more, this time like a star that shines with bliss and never vanishes, even in the cloudiest night.
With these words, I close my eyes and imagine myself warmly holding a new-born baby, as if she or he was mine".