I admit I'm still at the situation where I'm not sure will I ctb or not. I don't want to live, but I wish I would not need to die either. It is not about battling with SI (as I don't believe in such in that extend some people do, no offense of course). In my case I know that if I choose to die, I'm supposed to do it with peace. I will be sad too but if I back off it is not because of SI, it is because I truly didn't want it that time.
I don't care what other people think. Of course was nice to find a supportive group like this site, but only close family matters for me in this situation. I know my mom doesn't accept if I choose to ctb, I've already tried to talk with her about it. I've also tried to take that topic up at times to "groom" her to think otherwise. I'm always free to leave a note for her but I think it is better to talk about troubling things when I'm alive and I can actually answer. Those moments have been very hard on her and I've been frightneded to see they never go as I wished. Was I fool to think I would teach her to accept my suicide? I feel like monster when she had cried rivers and then just try lay down too exhausted to do anything.
And this topic made me think, I really never thought that trhought when I planned to talk with her. I said those moments didn't go as I wished but what if it has been other way around? That she agrees? She is unhappy but tells me "Pupu, it is your life, if you don't enjoy it it is not my right to stop go ctb'ing"? It would be that permission I've called for. I can't know how things would go for real because that plan to talk with her already showed I can't imagine things right before hand. But if I try to imagine how things would go after getting permission from her; I would continue giving away my stuff. I would prepare more. I would dive deep in sadness, that sadness you feel when you go throught your stuff and pictures thinking what will be left behind and what destroyed/given away. I would ruin my mom's life by doing it more openly front of her. And finally I would end up in that moment where I've collected all I need for my final CO trip. Perhaps I tell her, perhaps we spent last moments together and then I'm off somewhere where I won't cause danger to others when succeeing.
I would be probably in the forest or in a empthy house. Behind the door is closed space full of CO and all I need to do is go in. And perhaps only in that moment I realise because of her permission I didn't stop to battle with my own mind to find out is this really what I want or not. I just went full steam with my preparations for suicide. If everything is set for death I would be like forced in corner, it would be easier to end it all than start everything again from scratch (get stuff, rent a home, go work or study). Maybe I would say it was my SI that stopped me to dive in that gas but the truth is the reason stopping me would be unprepared mind, unsettled mind. I didn't make my mind up yet. It is not about little hope I need to "kill inside me" but the fact I still don't know what I want. If I choose to live I need to accept the imperfection of it. And if I choose to die, I need to accept the imperfections of that choice too. I'm still in state of mind I can't accept anything and the best thing I can do is work with my mind now before I've chosen paths and ruined my own life more (and others). And if I choose to die, I won't need the permission of my mom's either, not anymore.
And for the record, even if she would give me permission my ctb would not be her fault if my writing gives that kind of picture.