I love to hear about the 27 Club and all of those successful people that offed themselves barely before making it after a quarter of a century. I do, it teaches you a pretty fucking interesting lesson.
Let's take for example a guy like Philip Seymour Hoffman. He's the dead proof that you may have an Academy Award, millions of dollars, fans, the respect of your peers, a family and you still want to sit in a bathtub and shoot some H up your arms until you fucking die.
You want to find happiness? Cool, take a post it, write happiness on it and stick it to your forehead. Remember to write it backwards so you can read it properly when you look yourself in the mirror looking for an answer. That's where it is, in your fucking head. Don't lose it.