I think about this quite a lot too, as guilty as it makes me feel. I'd rather have something terminal than what I have to deal with, which is incurable and will plague me the rest of my life, yet won't kill me.
I have seen some people with terminal diseases endure horrific treatments like chemotherapy just to potentially extend their lifespan a few months-years. I have always wished that I could take a walk through their minds and understand what compels them to cling to life with so much fervor and conviction.
The things that people will endure in spite of knowing that they don't have long left makes me feel as if I am weak, because I don't want to go on anymore. I wish that chronic fatigue syndrome and IBS and all my other health issues would kill me, so I don't have to face the stigma and shame of ctb.
I hate that when I die people will misinterpret what I believe, how I think, how I feel, in order to push a suicide prevention agenda. Yet, if I died of natural causes, none of this would happen.