I came here to post that now I DO feel punishment-wanting. And liking life as much as I do, death seems right.
I have loved ones who'd be hurt, and at least one who'd struggle in the world, if I would kill myself. And Mom and Dad fought hard to get this small piece of land; if I would kill myself, it'd likely end up auction'd off to some 1%'ers.
So I keep living. But if I had no-one or nothing, or I knew my death would be survivable for my loved ones and wouldn't glut the already-victorious fatso oligarchs w/ the prize of Mom's and Dad's blood, sweat, and tears, then I would, in fact, punish myself for my wrongs and negligences and procrastinations, by annihilating my mortal breath.
Funny. One recent post of mine on this very thread, I reported about myself that, remembering a particular wrong of mine, I most of all deserve to live- in discomfort and regret, as penance. Yet here I've come, to say the above. Now that I've said it, I feel both, interweaving.