Unlike most here in situations that are capable of being resolved with some expertise and grit, my situation is not. I am literally dying at a faster rate than most. Yes, it is health related. I am not one to slowly wither away, I won’t run from death anymore. Death always catches up anyway. Death is the only true exit from a doomed world that thrives on misery. Life is not precious. It is a fucking nightmare.
I don’t have a set date, but I finally have all the material needed to carry it out. I’d dare say that I’m actually excited about it; it’s like I’m planning for a vacation that I won’t come back from, nor would I want to. As of lately, I’ve thought more of the proper location for this event. Apparently, there are quite a number of choices, but I thought somewhere out in nature would be nice. Typically, in my previous experience, when I discuss suicide among those who are also contemplating it, it seems to be mostly born from a feeling of dread and doom, […]
There’s nothing wrong with wanting to die and following through, so long as it is done with reason and not under high distress. I’ve researched it, even other species of animals have been observed to starve themselves to death or put themselves fatally in danger over what appears to be trivial reasons such as losing an offspring or close member of their species. Terminal illness is also a legitimate reason. The times that I don’t think it is normal is when a young person, typically a teenager or 20’s something, contemplates suicide as a solution for a temporary problem. For example, a person who thinks […]