Permanently ceasing to exist is the ultimate freedom after all, from this burden that was so cruelly and unnecessarily forced on us. I just see non existence as being something so incredibly beautiful as it's the absence of everything, the non existent cannot suffer and be harmed by anything, instead there is just peace for all eternity. Death really is the only relief from the curse that is existing, and I see suicide as being self care as it's the way to take control over our inevitable fate and prevent all future problems. Having to exist in this world truly is a terrible thing which is why I envy those who are free from it all and lack the ability to be aware of this world. Life really is incredibly futile, we are only destined to suffer, deteriorate and die, and all that I've ever wished for is freedom from this cycle, no matter what I could never want anything to do with existing.
A few days before my husband died, before he had hospice care, he was talkative and eating. I had made a comfy bed for him in our parlor, which looked directly into our bedroom. I was in the bedroom, folding some laundry. I heard him say, "Kristen, Kristen, come see Papa." Kristen was our beloved kitty who was euthanized on our bed the previous September.
He said that he saw her jump down from the bed, tail up, eager to greet him. It made him so happy! The next day, I was in the den, in the back of the house, looking for some paperwork. Mark came hobbling into the kitchen and started going through the pantry. He had kidney cancer that had spread to his brain, at that point, and had lost a lot of weight. I led him back to the parlor. He said he'd seen her again, jumping on the futon in the den. I told him, "She's waiting for you and letting you know that she'll be there, when you cross." It gave him peace.
We were atheists who didn't believe in Heaven or Hell. But, at the end of his life, he was comforted thinking that he would be with her soon. He died with a soft smile on his face, pictures of Kristen surrounding him.
I still don't believe in an afterlife. I rationally know that once you're dead, you're dead, and that's it. But, some part of me wants the hope that I'll see Mark and Kristen when I pass. That we'll all fly around universes together, having a grand time.