For me when I'm close, as in bottles and the tool to open them in hand, metoclopramide already taken... A question a friend from here asked me rushes through my mind.
She asked me "are you really ready to forsake every possibility, good and bad?"
And in pondering this answer, I find myself wishing for more of the good, despite the atrocious weight and pull of the bad.
Though yesterday once again, I came close. I was so low, I didn't care about the good. If I wouldn't have fucked people over by imminently CTBing yesterday, I would have done it in that moment. Unfortunately I owe a few things to people until about mid January. I think for my escape, I will have to find the right moment of when that wishful attitude is gone, and when things feel bad and intense enough to go.
Only then will I be able to break free from this pain. My fears aren't about actually going, because I'm fortunate to have the best method at my disposal. A guaranteed peaceful death. But I guess I'm one of those people who wants to commit suicide to end suffering. And a way to end suffering is to have a peaceful life or a peaceful death. I would prefer to stick around for the peaceful life, but I'm fully prepared if death is the only thing that will bring me peace.
Edit addition; I guess along the theme of this thread -- the bravery of suicide comes from being certain in your choice of what will bring you the most peace. I stumble along that line in the meantime, even though it also takes bravery to endure. It's just that one end of the spectrum has an irreversible finality to it that takes a lot to feel ready for.