Back when suicide seemed like a good idea to me, I’d just take long walks. Focus on reality and if it was worth hanging onto. Did I enjoy experiencing sunlight, food, sleep, waking up, you know being a human being and the basic things that come with it or would I prefer not to exist at all to escape pain. No thoughts of what would loved ones think or anything like that. Just basic do I want to exist or not.
I can respect when someone arrives at suicide as preferable to existence. Some damage just can’t be healed by time, some damage you might learn to live with but it’s still always there with you.