I don’t feel any taboo towards suicide. Sometimes, it is simply a brave surrender, a humble acceptance that things are supposed to end at that very moment. I have been and would always be a fan of Paulo Coelho’s Veronica Decides To Die.
I don’t see death as something that is to fear, especially once you have come at peace with yourself, your world and whoever you conceive your creator to be.
A family member took his own life a number of hours ago, and I went through his facebook account just now, and found his last three statuses quite assuring – and comforting.
Amidst the pain of losing someone, to know that he(she) might have come at peace with himself before his last hours is somehow comforting.
“ Last smoke before I go bro! ”
“ Smoke almost done in a few seconds it'll be dark ”
“ Lights out .. Peace out ... Ian out..#realtalk ”
Rest well man, ‘til we meet again.