01-08-2015, 03:20 PM
One of the ways I look at suicide is as a sort of extreme form of self exorcism, whereby we eliminate the hated self, as we are unable to rip it out of ourselves. I remember before one attempt I looked at my body in the mirror and cried for the poor old reliable mule that was the body I was about to kill. I felt such horrible pity for it, and for the parts of me that were good, that they too, must die... It seemed horribly unfair that I could not give this body to a quadriplegic, or someone dying of cancer that wanted to live.
"You didn't save my life, you ruined my death!" - The Incredibles