The so-called āpsychotically depressedā person who tries to kill herself doesnāt do so out of quote āhopelessnessā or any abstract conviction that lifeās assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows: their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fireās flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. Itās not desiring the fall; itās terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling āDonāt!ā and āHang on!ā, can understand the jump. Not really. Youād have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling.
[David Foster Wallace]