-Jumping off a cliff?
-Jumping off a bridge?
-Drowning in the ocean?
-Struck by lightning?
-Hanging?
-Shot to the head / heart?
-In your sleep?
-Liquid N?
-Drug overdose (like heroin)
-[Fill in the blank]
Let’s say you were guaranteed to be successful and there were no problems. And it assumes you can get your hands on said items.
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People are dropping like flies all over the place from a small amount of fentanyl. Seems like the best way to go. Seems easy enough to make that a reality. It’s been in my thoughts since I first heard about it, before it got in mainstream media with the high death toll. That’s why I’ve stayed away from purchasing it. Life is a pain in the ass, but I don’t want to take myself out just yet.
I’ve been thinking about fentanyl too (see my first post). I received some yesterday. Just receiving it put me at ease knowing I have some form of a way out.
Wow. It would be comforting to have it. It’s a guaranteed exit and that’s what scares me.
The only way I could go through with suicide is if it was an impulsive act. Thinking it through and doing it deliberately isn’t something I could do…unless I became homeless maybe. Can’t see myself surviving that.
Wait is it really a guaranteed exit?
Fentanyl. Interesting I haven’t heard of that one yet, but I will look into it thank you. And eternaldarkness, if I could choose I would say spontaneously in my sleep would be beautiful. Then my family wouldn’t have to live with a suicide, and I’d have what I wanted.
But of course that’s just a pipe dream.
Well this post’s premise of it being a “guaranteed success” and of being actually able to get the item is a pipe dream. So your answer is perfectly valid.
Sitting on the ground at the base of a three hundred foot tall Redwood tree, in awe of its immense size, and unbeknownst to me, someone walks up behind me and levels a forty four magnum an inch from the back of my skull and pulls the trigger.
Struck by lightening and I turn to ashes in seconds
I’d also want to die in my sleep..
But then again I would want to know when exactly it would happen so I could say goodbye and repent first..that’s just me tho
Probably will use exit bag, but it would be nice to peacefully die in my sleep, or to shoot myself, I’ve heard the pain doesn’t last too long if you do it correctly
Eaten by zombie clowns at a rodeo.
Lol
Rivets: that’s just odd! Mine is to be trampled and gored by a zombie bull, my impaled lifeless body a grotesque trophy paraded on his horn. You, at least, get to be a zombie. Remember to dress in comfortable clothes, you’ll be wearing them for a really, really long time.
Sleep of course. Always tell myself if I could just snap my fingers and be done with it I probably would. Going in your sleep is pretty similar. I guess it’s good that’s not realistic or I think a lot more people would have moved on.
But on the other hand, a few minutes of morphine while looking at Glacier Bay, Alaska would be a beautiful end as well. The thought of death is exciting, the thought of dying is not.
I really just want to run a nice hot fragrant bubble bath (something I can’t do right now because my tub is broken -has been for years), and slowly slit my wrists. I want to feel the life flowing out of me. I’d setup a timer with a weight to pull the plug and drain the tub after a few hours to be rid of the mess. I have my will all ready to go with all of my instructions. No funeral service. No obituary. Nothing. Cremate me and throw me in the trash with all the other garbage. My useless husband gets nothing but the boot. I hope he becomes homeless and lives under a bridge. My assets are to be liquidated and everyone gets lunch at Taco Bell in the poorest part of town for as long as it lasts.
Or maybe voodoo doughnuts for a day. I do have a soft spot for their maple bacon doughnuts. Mmmmmmmm.
Die in a cave-in, then bugs eat my remains leaving the bones picked clean.
I would cut myself in cheap hotel, lonely. I would buy a bottle of whiskey and cut my wrist. It not supposed to be beautiful, not romantic. It supposed to be painful, to hurt. Because I hate myself and I hate what i am.
When in the hotel room bleeding, I’ll remember what I am, what I did. I will remember all the paths that made to be here. I’ll remember you and how we could be happy. I’ll remember how I desire and how hard I try to make us together. I’ll remember that the only happiness I felt until today was when I was with you, talking to you.
Then, at the end, I’ll fell free, like I was finally happy. Because that’s is what you feel when don’t need care about the next day.
Damn, the end of this gets me.
Jumping out of a plane from high altitude, my parachute failing to open up, heading straight downward in to a flying helicopter rotars, being blitzed in to smithereens like making mince in a food blender…. That’s how I feel I deserve to die.
Dying in my sleep would be how I would want to go for the same reasons as everyone else has mentioned.( More chance of the helicopter death I would say. )
Assisted suicide in Oregon for the terminally ill where they euthanize you like a dog. Too bad you have got to be hella old and sick with like.. Parkinson’s.
Not necessarily “old” or actively dying fortunately. So many terminal illnesses give you 6 months to a year. In other words they just don’t know. The medical professions usual inability to predict demise can work in our favor. And even if they are treatable the treatments are often so expensive and barbaric it is understood that a person would not want to put themselves through it(chemotherapy, radiation, multiple surgeries). The medical profession nowadays is very much concerned with keeping the costs down, especially since many can’t pay, and this works in our favor too . Disgusting but true. And I believe it will become more so in the future. Eventually more states will enact Death with Dignity laws regardless of the outcry against them due to this(the cost of keeping the terminal alive). The current problem is moving there and finding a doctor in time to get it done. Especially since you must be confirmed mentally competent to make the decision and 3 requests to the Dr for the death drug have to be made over a period of time. If you can’t afford to get there or get there before you get too sick, establish residence for a period, or your illness effects your mental capacity it’d be a real *****. I’m considering moving to one of the states to facilitate it easier if needed as cancers are very common in my family even at a young age. Ain’t going through that long drawn out shit. I’m afraid I just don’t have the courage to do it by a violent quick method. But who knows, if terminal and in pain I might.
Yeah I feel I should qualify because I always have a 6 month – 1 year life span because my suicide is always planned for ASAP .. I mean one way or another. Nothing gets better. Violent quick methods aren’t the best way, I’d like a shot but would rather not coordinate with the stupid greedy bastard doctors anyway. I can see them now in my head some stuck up old bastard who is balding. As I get older I see how everyone is crooked.
Just die in my sleep with no pain/suffering. Just slip on out to the void…