I'm almost 100% certain I am the only person/thing keeping her from going through with it. This person has attempted suicide once and is definitely not messing around about it. She is literally on the verge of killing herself. She has no self esteem, has plenty of friends but refuses to acknowledge they're her friends for some reasons that I'm not really quite sure of (and thus thinks she has no friends), has no job, no school, and thinks she has no intelligence/skills/thinks she is incapable of acquiring skills/whatever. I show her unending support, constantly remind her that everything is going to be ok, things will change, she's an important person, it doesn't seem like it but trust me things change and you will make it through this.. etc. I've spent countless hours doing the same routine with her sobbing and incoherently saying morbid things, me being saying kind things, trying to be helpful, just trying and trying and trying to help and be as nice as I possibly can, and it usually works - when she's ok, she's totally happy and functions normally and you would never guess this person tried to kill herself in the past 3 months. She's acknowledged that doing nothing with her life is a big (or the entire) contributor to her depression, but uses her social anxieties or other issues as an excuse to basically do nothing all day every day. She has an excuse for pretty much everything, and whether some of them are valid or not, she has an inherent defeatist attitude where she's basically just given up and either can't or just has no will to get better at this point. Her parents know about it, and she's on antidepressants and has a therapist and whatever else, but it's been this way for months. I have personally spoken with her parents and let them know my side of it because I'm sure we don't have exactly matching stories about what her problems are and whatever else, and I've spent dozens and dozens of hours "working" with her individually to try to improve the situation. It's like pressing a reset button every week or two weeks or month or whatever the random time frame happens to be. Things are fine, and them boom, big depression explosion where I spend days worrying that one of my best friends is going to be dead in the morning. When she was in the hospital from the first suicide attempt I probably cried harder than I ever have in my life. I have literally no idea where to go from here. I feel like I'm the only person that can help, but at the same time I don't think there's anything more I CAN do.