FORGETTING DEBATE ON WHETHER OR NOT ITS RIGHT

Let’s suppose you had enough. Let’s suppose that you were faced with more than you or your collective friends and family could deal with. Why not? Last month we all talked about what our last meals on death row would be… so, indulge me.

Q: What would your suicide note look like?

Would you talk about how every relationship you’ve been in ends suddenly one day with no lead-up? Would you comment about how, at your age, you are geared up for a life of irrecoverable debt… that you could live until the end of your days and not come out on top, no matter how much hard work you do? Would you comment about how your best puppy’s life is coming to an end… when you say it does? What if he didn’t want to die, and now, you don’t want to live? What if the best you could ever be is not the best, or even “good enough?” What if the best thing you could say you did for the world was bring your children into it? For every good parent, there’s an equally poor parent… for every “world’s greatest” there’s a “world’s worst”. What if you woke up one morning and found out that your bank doesn’t exist anymore? Or if you woke up and your car was stolen overnight, and now you’re stuck making phone calls from a phone you can’t afford in a house that you won’t live in this Christmas? What if you’re too scared to find solice at the bottom of a bottle for the rest of your life, just to cope, but you’re just brave enough to take more than the “recommended dosage” written on your sleep aids?

What happens when you finally have enough? And if you’re one of those types that say “I would never kill myself”, then how are you so sure that you’ve never “had enough”, or even came close to it? Are you so great a person that you would look upon someone who did and laugh at their death as you laughed at their life?

Just some thoughts, I guess. A question maybe. Cry for help? Not so sure.