The way I fancy it is as follow : I jump off a bridge without any thinking.
I believe I would manage to do it, not by thinking about it or looking for reasons to accept or mitigate it, but simply by doing it, moving... Just like the few times I had to be on stage during my life, the only way I managed to overcome my fear was to move my leg then the other and follow through.
But our brain loves to think, that's what is making it so hard. Jumping off a bridge, tightening a noose, stabbing yourself : those are all technically pretty easy if it wasn't for our mind imaging it, witnessing it and processing it.
But maybe I'm forgetting about the pain here : it's hard not to think about it...
And I don't mean we shouldn't think about reasons to accept our suicide. At least for me, once I've made peace with it comes another time where I would have to act on it...
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.