Not anymore.
For the longest time - since childhood - I have stayed alive because I thought me doing CTB would devastate my mother. She's dead. I have no reason to stay anymore.
I have one family member who is going to be broken up by it, but in my note I will explain with data about how autism has ruined my life and I am no longer able to function. The more they will read about it, the more evidence it will be to explain that many autistic people just can't live any more - it's too much, and CTB is actually a way to leave with grace and healing and I won't have to suffer any more.
For so much of my life I was shy, afraid, kind, a people pleaser. Something broke in me after years of traumatic experiences - partners quite literally physically attacking me. Nightmares of partner dying in front of me. My burnout from my most recent abusive relationship has just made it clear that reality on this planet is no longer an option. I am level headed - I am not depressed, and if anything I see a reality far clearer than I ever did before. Something snapped and my blinders of hope are off. He stole my hope when he destroyed my self esteem and insulted me and emotionally abused me. He wanted to destroy me. He won and did it.
Now I have turned into someone who is gleeful at the idea of those who 'were friends' being shocked and upset. They aren't friends - they think they're friends. Maybe my one family member will put a heartfelt post and people will hug each other - we didn't know, why didn't she reach out? I will miss her.. the people who knew I had health challenges, am broke, and without work. I will call them out and ask them if they were friends how on earth did they never call, never email me, never check.
Because they weren't friends.
For the worst of them, including my abuser, I will send a letter with more details, including the fact that CTB was because of them. And they will hear I have died, and will confirm it with my family member, and my death will be my ultimate revenge.
I want him to suffer. I want him to sob and be tortured for the rest of his life for what he did to me. I hope the rest of his days are the misery he gave me. I will be free and he never will be.
This is my survival, to get enough ready to write the letters, source the materials and plan escape. Knowing he will suffer is giving me joy. I have my purpose and way forward. I can't want to put the letter in the mailbox. I will be free the minute it leave my hand.
Goodbye, A. I'm free and your torture gives me joy.