I believe self-knowledge can lead to suicide, depending on the self that is being illuminated by that knowledge. My contempt for the psychiatric establishment is based in their unwarranted belief in the irrationality of self-destruction, and the negative self-image. In a system where our metric of comparison with other human beings now encapsulates echelons of success, charisma, beauty, and wealth that would have been practically non-existent in more tight-knit communities (and likely deified, throw a dolled up Angelina Jolie into a guinea village and watch 'em go) it astounds me that, say, the body dysmorphic or genetic failure who has no illusions about his place in the pecking order is the one being "irrational".
We've entered a period in world history where the disparity between human beings is now both impossible to ignore and embellished, accentuated, and absolutized in and through social media. The feminine conditioning is difficult to break for the male who has only the self-awareness of his deficiency to distinguish him from those who are truly lost. In what sense can suicide be an act of affirmation, of masculine rebellion against what is indissolubly feminine oneself? Can it at all? If not, what does the inferior male, groundlessly thrown into his mediocrity, owe the flux that indifferently births him? Does he instead owe it to his better angels? Does nothing matter, but fidelity to self, even if it entails self-annihilation? Can suicide be triumphant, a visceral rejection of a life stifled by fear and compromise, redeemed by a final act of self-deliverance? Or like Weil says, is all suicide imaginary, a last hail Mary for the ineffable lost Object, projected into the beyond of death or simply transposed onto the relief of not having to be oneself anymore? Is the only choice: struggle or die, and there are no transcendent imperatives that are violated or fulfilled by either path? What does conscious inferiority do in today's world?