But yet I dont have the courage to do it. Why is this happening?
Me too. And that is because I found something new that made it ok to think about. I also have found peace with the reality that I can't help the world if they won't help me. Therefore I am now able to make jokes about the person who gets to deal with my corpse. My corpse was a GIANT barrier to moving forward. But this site changed that. If I found this site at the wrong time I wouldn't have seen what I need to move forward. I found it at the point where my best option is to embrace my death and to honor my life. The gift was not having to do it alone. That made all of my suffering and all the dead ends worth it.
Now I just want to play and help. I would absolutely love to get my hands on midazolam and opiate but no access. I am not thrilled with the idea that my last thought may be frantic and in response to profound nausea and seizures of unknown magnitude. However I got such a kick out of the practical tips in the wiki. The writer sound to me like ESL and I choose to believe they are kind soul. The suggestion that moving items before laying down to die is so funny to me. This person let me turn my focus from the experience of the seizure which I understand on a molecular level and that in no way is of value. Instead I feel like my friend who gets me is busting me because my death created a small manageable mess.
'Ahh let me go ahead and move this crystal vase away from the bed in case the body feels like creating drama for effect. Please don't shit your pants. I think you need to consider a high colonic out of care and concern for yours truly.'
I wish I had this friend. I know they exist because I am that kind of friend. At least for this moment this place makes waiting enjoyable.