I see it like an older person must see it when they're facing their last days. That I have had a good life to this point and my life is coming to it's natural conclusion. If I was meant to live any longer than this, then some force or other in the universe will make it so, if not, I will die once I have secured my method and place to do it. I hope it will be sooner rather than later because my symptoms are unbearable. Also I believe I have seriously damaged my brain and nervous system by gulping down shit tons of those 'research chemical' benzos, I think if I allowed myself to naturally age I think I will develop dementia, maybe something like Parkinson's disease or other diseases of the brain and nervous system. This would make me an even bigger burden on those I care about.
I am already a huge burden, my mum pays for this support service for me and they don't really provide, my mum's wasted so much money on me.
I have not felt genuinely sad for a long time, if I do I never express it or show it, I am well versed in not showing my true emotions. I look forward to finding out if death really is the end, if not I will get to see my dad and stepdad again, and all the people who've left before me.
People I know will move on, my mum will try to avenge my death by berating the social services and medical services that have let me down over the years, my husband probably won't ever get over it, but he'll accept it and live with it, he's a stoic type a bit like me, him more so by nature and childhood hardships though rather than myself, by experience, e.g benzo withdrawal.
The one I worry about the most is my dog, she has at least another 6 years left, otherwise I would wait for her and come with her when she goes, but I can't hold on that long. She will cry for me every day, she will be shattered by this. She's the only reason I did not go in the spring this year, I thought about a quicker, more violent method like jumping off somewhere, but I wanted to spend more time with her.
The part of this I spose saddens me some is how preventable this was, if I had received decent medical care, intensive specialist support, proper detox, slow taper etc, I may not be at this point now. I think part of me is still scraping the bottom of the barrel looking for these things that are not there now. No time left for me to be sad, I need to concentrate on getting the hell out of dodge. x