Yes, I have considered it, but I always remember that nothing's *that* big to make me want to end it all.
I have lots of optimism and hope in all the crap that I don't know is out there. I figure there must be an answer and if I don't see it, then hang on - it'll make itself known.
Also, since then I've taken on God, and since I think I belong to God, this is his body, not mine, so I'm not allowed to wreck it in any way. Of course, now I'm going out to get some potato chips and Diet Pepsi for lunch. Go figure - perhaps it's a slow suicide, one 7-11 and one Hostess cupcake at a time.