It's wierd. I've decided on the path, how I'm going to get there and when it's going to happen. I know what could change my mind, and how unlikely those scenarios are. I've pushed my friends and family away, because while I can't stop the pain my passing might cause them, I hope I can, hopefully, reduce it, or at the very least remove the guilt some of them might feel about what they could have done by giving them no options/chances. But, still, it eats at me that I can't tell them why I'm doing that, and that it's or their benefit. I miss them, and it hurts each time they try to reconnect with me, but the more they try, the more I realise that what I'm doing is the right thing. I want to talk to people, not necessaily about my plans, but just to talk, but having forced myself into isolation, I'm left with strangers on a forum. So here I am.