This thread has made for such hard reading. My sister's husband's father ended his life, when he was in his 20s. He had been in combat in the Vietnam Conflict and injured to paralysis. I guess he must have felt he was better off dead to them, for the veteran's benefits they would receive upon his death and he could not do the manual jobs which where the only things he had done to provide for his family so he shot himself. My BIL and his sister have never borne him any ill-will in that respect.
My daughter died nearly 6 years ago, when she was 9. I won't lie, I wanted to join her. Sometimes, I still do. I hang on, for her sister and brother.
In the journey that is child bereavement I have met many who have been bereaved by suicide.
And in the nature of my knowing them I cannot get it in me to be angry at those who have taken this path. I just can't, and some of them, it was really horrible how they came by that, really horrible. I can't say 'committed suicide' for those parents, because it implies criminality and their children did not commit a crime by ending their lives, even the one who ended his life after perpetrating an act of criminality due to undiagnosed schizophrenia.
Yes, they left so much, the gamut of emotions, but bar annihilators it is usually an act of extreme desperation and extreme illness.
I am so sorry for those who are left with so much anger. Their words have given me reason to live further.
Is it a choice? I'm not entirely sure. I have been there myself.
Death is the ultimate peace. I have seen it myself. I live with it every day.
However we meet it, or come to it, it comes.