I imagine the supposedly high number of suicide deaths in NYC has to do with percentages of population but I'm not certain. My boyfriend and I were returning to my apartment late one night a few years ago in Manhattan and just missed witnessing a young woman jump to her death in the building next door to mine. It was a horrifying experience. I can't imagine how someone could do such a thing.
If I felt life wasn't worth living, instead of committing suicide, I'd do something really wild that I had always wanted to do but had never taken the risk. I mean, if you're willing to make a change as drastic as becoming a dead person rather than one who is alive, why not just "jump" in a different direction?
Good philosophy. I think I'll quit my job...sell my house and become a forty year old surfer dude.