I was adamant that when I killed myself I would make it so there was doubt over my motives, specifically so that it could be seen as an accident.
I agonised over how to do it, how to leave my husband and children free to find another mummy - DH is gorgeous and the kids are brilliant - they will move on and find someone who is worthy of this family.
I wanted the boys to know I did it for them, to free them from me, their never ending burden. The one who would fuck them up. They deserved a better Mummy.
I didn't want to die, I didn't want to fuck them up, but I knew that I couldn't be alive and not with them so death was the only option.
I was fuck all use as a human being, I sabotaged everything that was good in my life, I knew I had to be away from the beautiful perfect little human beings in my care.
I am such a fuck up that the car battery died before I did. I couldn't even do that right.
Now since 2008 I have had heaps of therapy, and have no intention of killing myself, but I will never forget the clear and rational thought process that I went through. I remember feeling envy when I was told that a friend had committed suicide. Most if the time I am a considerable distance from feeling so desperately worthless and sad. but there are times that it comes and bites me in the bum.
Since then I will never judge another persons decision. It is ok IMO to acknowledge that it is a pile of shit to deal with for those left behind, whilst understanding that for that moment, a human felt they had no other options.
There are people who kill themselves in malice, but I would put alot of money on the majority of suicides being desperate people who perceive there to be no alternative.