sound world wrote:It's something about the nothingness of it,if you know what I mean

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You take your life,you enter the void.No one can argue or reason with you any more.You cop out.On some more mystical level,you've abnegated your responsibility to be a witness to life,to consciousness.It's the ultimate act of separation from the divine.
So does that mean if you get hit by a car and die you're doing the same thing? I mean ... you're still dying, right? Still entering the void, and no-one can reason or argue with you about the way you stepped out into the road without paying proper attention. Dying is dying. Is one method approved by 'the divine' and another not?
Who placed on us a responsibility to be a witness to life?
Questions, questions.
sound world wrote:
Children,for example?
I suspect the average child wouldn't necessarily be aware if a parent was in torment and wishing to die, and if they were, they wouldn't necessarily comprehend what they were asking by wanting them to keep going. A child's understanding of adult torment is speculative, just as an adult's understanding of childhood torment is.
I do agree though that in a case where there are children depending on a parent, there is a moral responsibility for that parent to do everything in his or her power to seek help before deciding that they just can't go on. If they do everything they can, if they try and try again, and life is still unbearable, then I don't think it's selfish to let go of it for good. One could argue it would be selfish to try to keep going and inflict one's agony on those children as they grow up and become more aware, or possibly even end up harming them. I think it would probably come down to what does the most serious harm. Losing a parent at all is devastating for a child; losing one to suicide can have serious psychological effects for life. I remember reading somewhere that statistically, people who have lost their mother to suicide are more likely to commit suicide themselves.
I know that at a time in my life when I was battling suicidal thoughts, when suicide became almost an
entity, a monster that was threatening me and who I often feared I wouldn't have the strength to defeat, the one thing that I could never rationalise to myself was my responsibility to my daugher. The weight of that responsibility was huge, and in the end, it was enough to stop the scales tipping completely in favour of suicide. I struggled on, but the distress caused to my daughter by seeing me in such despair sometimes made me wonder if it would have been kinder to just go.
I absolutely sympathise with anyone in that situation. I personally wouldn't regard suicide as selfish even if it did leave children behind, because I understand what an abyss someone would have to be in for the children to not be enough to tip the scales.

Ice, you were the one most tender with the rivers.
You, the roof of the waves, layer after layer after layer ...