I wonder this all the time. Since I was 15 a day has not gone by where I haven't thought about, planned and dreamed about when I can finally kill myself. Every night when I go to bed I think about drinking the SN or putting my head in a noose as a way to make me relaxed and at peace so I can fall asleep. Sometimes it feels like events conspire to prevent me from going through with it. The guilt of doing this to a parent that was disabled and alone was too much for me. I decided to just hold on until she died ... I had no idea that would be 30 years time. A week before she died, a stray cat started following me around on a walk and I assumed she would be chipped and I would find her owner ... so I took her home. Turns out she had no owner and I fell in love with this kitty and now I cannot imagine killing myself while she is alive. So here I am, age 57 ... still alive ... mostly miserable every day of my life and living like I am doing a prison sentence. But someday the time will finally be right.
i'm 40 now, and i'm afraid that ill be 60 and still alive. However, the older i get, the more realistic it seems to just "wait it out" because you somehow get used to the sadness, the pain and the surrealism of life, you just truck on because you are not shocked anymore by the pain... i can imagine that there is a point where you just say "well, lets see how far i can go with this shit" of course, severe sickness would help me quickly to end it, but who knows. I'm at a point, where i truly don't know if i hang myself next week or if i keep going, i just don't know, it almost seems as if there is no real difference. i know, objectively, there is i huge difference, but subjectively it feels as if it doesn't matter that much. it is probably just a phase and i'll be more motivated in due time.