I saw someone write that they are Sisyphus and I thought it was poetically fitting for people in our condition. I myself am Atlas, damned to carry the world on my shoulders without given a moment to shrug. We are all legends and gods in our own right. Perhaps that’s why our deaths are so tragic.
I’ve finally decided to take that final step and let the world roll from my shoulders. I’ll give myself a month to tie loose ends and let my family adapt. I told them I’ll be leaving in a month. They think I’m just going to move away, having no idea. If it was that simple, I would have done so from the start. At least this way they won’t have to worry.
I’m not sure how I’m going to do it just yet. I heard in a game I once played that mixing bleach and pesticide will do it but the more I research, the more I’m finding it may not be as effective as I think. My other option is sleeping pills which sounds more like a surefire way to get the job done. I’m still looking into it so we’ll see.
I’ll keep posting as time progresses.