I go back-and-forth on this a lot... I've spent a long time hiding my true self, lying about my emotions, so parts of me want the chance to explain myself and reveal everything, to tell people what I truly think- Not in a hateful way, but finally acknowledging the ways this world has hurt me and why ctb was inevitable for me.
I'd like to give comfort, too, to those I love, and to sincerely thank them for their efforts in making my life more bearable, even if it didn't work. It's the thought that counts, right? Giving away my possessions, as well, though I know a note's not as legally sound as a will.
At the same time, I think there's almost too much left to say. I could talk about the "why", I could show gratitude, but in the end none of it would change anything, and putting my final thoughts on paper- The last memory anyone will have of me- feels overwhelming and intimidating. This is likely just my anxiety speaking, but I've worried so much about making it perfect... So it honestly feels easier to just let things be what they are, let the outcome speak for itself.
It is probably a good idea to at least say it was intentional though so no one assumes something wild.