I don't suffer from depression, so I cannot empathize with some of you here; and I can't imagine the experience of being so depressed as to contemplate, or attempt, suicide.
But I don't think that depression and suicide should be a competition, or that one person's attempt is somehow more laudable than another person's suicide. One isn't more laudable than the other, and neither is a cause for ridicule. The difference between seeking help and successfully killing oneself can't be measured by personal responsibility. I always go back to David Foster Wallace's description in Infinite Jest: