Living longer than intended. Not part of the plan at all...
As much as I would like to take my leave, I am still waiting for that proverbial last straw. Half a decade has passed since I fell ill, and while I am by no means looking through rose-tinted glasses, I can say that I have experienced my fair share of good moments. As such, I think that I would be unfair for me to tar my life, or life in general, with the same brush. As much as I hate to admit it, I am slowly coming to accept life as it is—the good, the bad and the ugly. 'Recovery', if you will.
I have made attempts on my life long before I joined this community. Notwithstanding the lack of a reliable method, I would have succeeded through sheer impulse alone. I have come to realise however, that the finality of suicide is not to be taken lightly. While I can't speak for others, I would prefer to leave 'with no strings attached'.