I would spend all my money, quit job, rent a nice place somewhere near a sea to spend the last days. Just thinking about it makes me feel free. Like i could actually enjoy life.
That's the plan I have been setting up for quite awhile, sold everything I owned, moved to a Pacific Island, rented a very private apartment (it does not even have an address) by the sea, took care of all my affairs back home, gathered necessary supplies, made a soothing environment inside the apartment, and took on one last project to keep myself busy while giving me time to think it all through one last time, make sure all options had been exhausted for help.....BAM...Super Typhoon Mawar hit, plan looked hopeless, apartments all around me were damaged beyond belief, mine was untouched.
No damage whatsoever, just people living outside and military, relief workers everywhere banging on doors, most of the other people moved out, making it even more private, it was like a sign I was on the correct path for me.
Date is set, my last paycheck will fuel a few enjoyable days diving, sitting on the beautiful beach watching the beautiful sunsets on the warm white sand, next to the deep blue ocean, eating my favorite meals, to calm my tortured soul as much as possible, night of the third day, calm, relaxed and with no anxiety, while watching my favorite movie, I will silently pray, put the mask on and turn the valve.
I get calmer and calmer as my last commitment on this planet draws closer to ending and the date nears, anxiety over my chosen actions is almost gone.
After joining this site, the only thing I would change is having an exit partner to share those last couple peaceful days with.
Otherwise, perfect plan.
