Once, I would have mentioned my loved ones.
But being forced to see them suffering over me is much worse than death. For all of us. If I die by suicide, I hope that - once they overcome their own grieving period - they will eventually think I'm at peace now.
I guess what's stopping me must be the fear of surviving, rather than dying. Because they would never look at me the same way, trust me the same way, someone I can't lose just yet will leave me, I would have no choice but to face what I've done to them for the rest of my life and ruin the best shot I have at this (as I won't have my precious one-time only element of surprise anymore, after my first try is wasted).
Plus, no permanent post-attempt damage is done yet - which gives me some twisted kind of advantage. A part of me needs to plan it carefully, even if it means postponing it again. After all, this could really be my first and only chance, in case I get paralyzed from head to toes, my eyes shut and all my other senses gone as well, but still mentally awake. It's worst-case scenarios like these that actually hold me back the most.
Would I deserve it?