You might think I have died before my time, just as so many other people have done. But I don’t see it that way. My last, ultimate act of control has been to decide when my time was up. The constitution says we have an inalienable right to life, but if we do, then why don’t we have the same right to die? Why would anyone else, most likely some doctor, or, even worse, some civil servant or—the horror—some politician get to decide on that? I see this very much as my right to choose. And I’ve made my choice.
I know I’m also doing a lot of guessing at what you might be thinking. It’s only natural. I’ve spent the past years thinking through so many different scenarios. Here’s a thought I’ve often entertained whenever I heard about someone taking their own life: if only they’d had someone to ta
