I can only speak for myself. I don't necessarily think death is a bad thing, though I think it's been programmed in us to think of death as bad because it is the opposite of life as we know it. As humans beings we are taught to value this life over death, as it is necessary for the surivial of the species and planet.
I tend to think that ending one's life is a bad thing because it goes against the surivial instinct. But then again, I've witnessed people and animals die by various means and I've seen them fight against this process, where the spirit wants to live but the body has given up. I think that is the case with some of us on here and I realise it within myself. My spirit does want to live but my body has had enough and I just cannot afford to function and survive as a decent human being with some quality of life in this world without years of needless suffering and loss. Sometimes I fight, but I am exhausted and have had enough.
How does one come to terms with the dilemma, when a decision has been forced upon us to choose between a rock or a hard stone, by sickness or circumstances beyond out control? I'd much rather have the choice of what holiday to go on next, how to decorate my home or look forward to getting a new puppy like the average person has that I see everywhere around me and in the media every momment of the day. I won't deny that there is beauty in life, in landscapes, trees, the love of pets, giving to and receiving from others etc, but I can no longer enjoy the experience of these things from where I am. That said there is also a lot of ugliness in this world.
There is anger because a choice I dont want to make has been forced onto me. I could direct that anger at God or society or forces beyond my control, but it is easier to make sense of it all by blaming myself like so many have done to me throughout my life. Doing this also helps give me a sense of control and helps me to justify my decision to end it all. If I convince myself that I deserve it, then I must of brought it on myself and I am still in control. I envy those who can just accept and let go and end it all. Ultimately we must all eventually do this, when death comes willingly or unwillingly nocking loudly at our door.
I wish that I could idolise death and convince myself that it is better than life. Death is unknown and is that better than a life of miserable pain and suffering? Logically, I tell myself I don't know because death is unknown. We have to weigh it up. In my case, death is inevitable sooner rather than later and rather than prolong it through continous years of needless suffering, I consider it worth my chance to ctb.