I lost a cousin to suicide, in his mid-20's. I actually have 52 first cousins on that side of the family, and we were not close. I remember him more as a child, I'm 10-15 years older and at the time, it felt like a tragic shame and I was VERY upset, but it was more for his mother than him for some reason. As a mother myself, I just couldn't imagine losing my child that way. He was depressed but not a huge history of that - he was on drugs and not sure how much that had to do with it - and he was very angry. Angry at his mother, right before he shot himself in his car on their property. To me, suicide was unfamiliar - even with that instance - it felt like I was watching a movie; the funeral, my Aunt in shock and the subsequent destruction of her entire life after he was gone. That woman pours pint size glasses of vodka every day from 4pm-midnight, nonstop. Chain smokes now. It's been a disaster for her and she will never, ever be right again.
Suicide still seems like a dream to me, but now a nightmare parked right in the road of my own life. Children that will be destroyed. Life that shouldn't be ending this way. An incredible desire to live. I love the world and loved everything in it.
I have seen the pain suicide leaves and the pain I will create for my kids, family and loved ones when I am gone. It leaves me completely stuck, and feeling like I am waking up in a nightmare, over and over again all day, every day.
But to those that think your suicide won't matter; for most it will. It will cause incredible pain for others. There is no letter, no reason that can take that away. For others, if it truly wont matter to anyone, I'm sorry that you are so alone. So, yes I've seen suicide and still consider it an option but I think it's all pretty terrible. I'm not sure any of us really want to be here, wanting to die.