There was a guy in high school in the late 60’s. Boy’s State, honor society,lettered in 3 sports. 3rd in class. Got 6 of the 10 class poll honors. Went off to an Ivy league school. Half way through 1st semester got a C on an exam, and hung himself. Big fish little pond syndrome.
When I was in college in 1970 I lived in a 12 story dorm. You could get on the the roof via the fire escapes and we used to fly kites from there.
One morning about 8:30 while LOTS of students were leaving the dorm to go to class a guy jumped off the roof and landed in the walk way. It was very fortunate he did not land on anyone. Traumatized a few students. I was was lucky enough not to see any of it.
At that age I was pretty self destructive in a what the hell, nihilistic way. Just living dangerously way. Not in a I want to die way if you get my meaning.