Depression is an extremely complex set of emotions. I was there once in my life after a terrible accident. I hated life but wore a smile to all around me. The anxiety can be overwhelming to the point where you just want the pain to end. When caught up in a low enough place, you don't consider looking for help as this is "your pain" and nobody elses. The last thing you want to do is burden someone else with your issues. Much of the reason you want to go out is because you feel like a burden, so why punish people with more?
I got lucky (or unlucky I considered it at the time). People noticed something amiss with me even when I told them I was fine. I was in another place and people noticed because I was at the point where I had to be taken care of physically and I could not withdrawl from them as most with depression do. I was forced to live with my parents because I could not walk at the time. The only thing that prevented me from going ahead was not wanting my Mother or Father finding me dead, but I had a plan. They noticed beforehand and got our family doctor there to talk to me. She noticed it also and took it from there, I was actually resentful for a while, until I started slowly climbing back out of the deep hole I was in.
So calling out for help is something that only happens when you want it to happen. Most people who truly want to leave this world, succeed. The rest who do not succeed, are usually just in a bad enough place where they cry for help, but there are vastly different levels.
When the demons run deep enough, calling out for help is the last thing you want to do. It is the lonliest place on earth.


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