I can remember laying on the bathroom flooring, crying, wanting to die and go to heaven while my parents raged out side the door. They turned spousal abuse into an Olympic event. (both have equal blame in the fights. both would start them)
I was 5.
This was 1969.
When they heard me crying, my dad said screamed, " What are YOU crying about?".
They were both worthless maniacs who should have never had kids.
I was probably situationally depressed growing up because my home life was a tire fire.
And from the ages of 5-12 wished I would drop dead and go to heaven.
Suicidally depressed kids isn't a new thing.