There is a bit of an epidemic of this in my generation – the men, shortening their own lives like this – though I don’t see them as guilty.
There must be something that has made things impossibly hard for them – perhaps a sense of being alone, of being locked into a toxic masculinity while recognizing its toxicity- but unable to shake it off. I don’t know – but right now it’s being discussed as an epidemic of the suicides of middle aged men.
The Hamlet Project 