
Oh boy that’s a tough one. Yes, but only because of who gets to find you and clean up the mess. In my experience, if one is even considering suicide it’s not so much about being selfish, but feeling so alone, so unworthy, and cornered to the point where nothing else matters. It’s not about being selfish, it’s about your sanity, and if there’s no other way, then there’s no other way…
Yes… but in the mist of my depression, nothing mattered. My pain was so great and the ditch was so dark, cold, and lonesome that it seemed almost merciful. To go out while my loved ones still believe in the best version of me. The only thing that tied me to life was knowing that my dog would never understand why I didn’t come back home…