I smell bullshit. After my own trauma I went to sleep with a prayer “please god don’t wake me up the next day”, for a year. Thankfully one can’t get a gun easily in Europe, otherwise I won’t probably be writing this... and I haven’t experienced even an appetite loss, not saying about social etc. After SSRIs I’m not that anymore, but I’m still ready to give up at first chance, just I know at worst I lose a job and a house. But death.. for good or bad, it doesn’t work that way.