I had my veiw of suicide changed dramatically while I taught folks (aged 16-60) with physical and mental disabilities 
Before I took that job I would have said it was the "cowards way out".
While I taught at the college I saw a lot of people who were literally dying from muscular dystrophy, crippling mutliple sclerosis, progressive epilepsy.......you name it (including one 17 yr old girl whose skin was literally decaying off her body....heartbreaking). Then there were the people with both physical and mental problems......folks who couldn't communicate even with the most advanced technology at the time....a lot of these people had lived perfectly normal, healthy lives before various accidents had changed them.
In the year or so that I worked at the college there must have been nearly 50 deaths from illness and long term injury....and I remember quite clearly that there were four sucides.
Do I think these suicides were "wrong" "selfish" or "hurtfull to others"?
No.........because I can't sit here, with my hand on my heart, and say that I would have the guts to live through the kinds of hardships those folks did.

Before I took that job I would have said it was the "cowards way out".
While I taught at the college I saw a lot of people who were literally dying from muscular dystrophy, crippling mutliple sclerosis, progressive epilepsy.......you name it (including one 17 yr old girl whose skin was literally decaying off her body....heartbreaking). Then there were the people with both physical and mental problems......folks who couldn't communicate even with the most advanced technology at the time....a lot of these people had lived perfectly normal, healthy lives before various accidents had changed them.
In the year or so that I worked at the college there must have been nearly 50 deaths from illness and long term injury....and I remember quite clearly that there were four sucides.
Do I think these suicides were "wrong" "selfish" or "hurtfull to others"?
No.........because I can't sit here, with my hand on my heart, and say that I would have the guts to live through the kinds of hardships those folks did.

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To go and start with a new identity somewhere implies that you still have hope. Many years ago I tried to kill myself, and it wasn't because I hated my family, friends, job, etc. It was because I no longer had any hope left in anything anywhere being better. There was no one and nothing that emotionally touched me; I was numb. Every suicide and every suicide attempt is different, but I honestly don't think most of those who do or attempt to are people that would have the necessary faith to start afresh. They are not interested in new beginnings, only ending the life they have.