Alaikumassalam,
I thought I could contribute to the general picture of suicide being discussed with the following:
Once I (who have never regarded suicide as possible) happened to be in a pychiatric ward, since in Australia believing in reality is regarded as insanity. There were mainly drug addicts there though. And a few decent folk truly freaking out and spooked by their own self. (you heard of "Club Med"; well the Australian public health system is called Medicare, so there are generally quite a few suburban mothers locked up for yearly vacations in Club Medicare; and if you can tolerate the medication and the addicts and the nutters then its really quite restful) However, then a German lady turned up who was the real fairdinkum thing. A true schizophrenic. She was highly amusing, and had a calm rational surface about her condition; which she most of all like scaring the young inmates about. She experiences a constant series of hallucinations of type script running through her forehead giving her generally quite self decent instuctions. The hallucinations had been going on for years, and she seemed to believe that they were not at all random, but a decent way to live. Makes you wonder doesn't it? I seem to recall that she said the script was in German.
However, she told me that once her boyfriend, who is also diagnosed with sever schizophrenia, came to her flat, that is on the sixth floor, and told her that he wanted to commit suicide.
She told him that he was very welcome. The roof was just upstairs and the building was high enough that he would be dead upon impact with the ground; but that he was to anticipate no sympathy at all from her if he did. She generally just disapproved of ever having liked a person whom could even contemplate burdening her by being a boyfriend who suicides; and so he never did it.
I thought she was quite clever. Humour was the means.
Wasalam.