Say what you want, but unless you've actually done the Walk a Mile in their shoes thing, you have no right to judge someone else for their pain. Yes, loved ones are left to pick up the pieces and go on with their lives. It's a horrible scenario. But don't you dare snidely say it was the easy way out and refer to suicide as selfish.
When I was in college, I was hell-bent on destroying myself for a bit. I was promiscuous. I was bulimic, anorexic, extremely depressed and was up all night and slept through almost all of my classes for an entire semester. My friends tried to help, but I hadn't hit bottom yet in my emotional well. Until I did. With an entire bottle of Advil or Tylenol or whatever it was sitting on the desk in my dorm room. But then I got scared because sleeping and ignoring the sun is not the same as never having the chance to try again. Death is permanent. And I got scared.
Luckily, my boyfriend at the time was a nursing student and he got me to the ER, I drank charcoal, lied when I was asked if I was still feeling like hurting myself (because wanting to and following through are two different things), and was sent home.
Not too much time passed before I found myself with a letter sent to me by a "friend" and "sister" from the sorority I used to belong to.
"If you really wanted to kill yourself you'd be dead and if you really had an eating disorder, you'd be a hell of a lot smaller than you are right now. All you are is a drama queen looking for attention."