We all die at some point even if no one wants to think of it that way. Why is it so wrong that I know the time and place? Why is it so wrong that I choose to release myself? People will say what they will when I’m gone but it will fall on deaf, dead, ears. We all say goodbye eventually…why did we as a human race turn death into something so taboo? When did we decide that denying death’s presence is natural? It’s so intertwined with life and I refuse to look away. I wish I could go with dignity in a peaceful fashion but we have been denied even the most basic of human rights: the right to die. Someone has to keep the social construct working right? I will not let anyone take away my choice again. It’s been on my mind since childhood and I know that I am ready. I have made my peace…now it’s time to let go.