People in this thread are romanticising end of life as frolicking happily at a party one moment and slipping away in a magical slumber the next.
Most likely you’d be in bed either crying fo pain meds or asleep after having been given pain meds.
I too would, from where i am now love the idea of my consciousness slipping away while tripping on dmt but i recognize that once the time comes i may not desire nor care anymore.
Yes, of course. Most people die from something. I think OP’s point stands though. Enough morphine puts you far away from the pain even if it doesn’t lessen it (I have used it that way for my very rare status migraines before the state disallowed it) and that does provide relief. When I get there, overdose sounds like the best of the set of bad choices available.
There’s also the option that whatever is killing them may take away their awareness to a degree. My grandfather died of lung cancer when my mother was a little girl but according to my older kith and kin he apparently was questionably lucid up until his final birthday where he was present for the day, he passed away a couple days later after slipping back into a comatose state.
People in this thread are romanticising end of life as frolicking happily at a party one moment and slipping away in a magical slumber the next.
Most likely you’d be in bed either crying fo pain meds or asleep after having been given pain meds.
I too would, from where i am now love the idea of my consciousness slipping away while tripping on dmt but i recognize that once the time comes i may not desire nor care anymore.
Yes, of course. Most people die from something. I think OP’s point stands though. Enough morphine puts you far away from the pain even if it doesn’t lessen it (I have used it that way for my very rare status migraines before the state disallowed it) and that does provide relief. When I get there, overdose sounds like the best of the set of bad choices available.
There’s also the option that whatever is killing them may take away their awareness to a degree. My grandfather died of lung cancer when my mother was a little girl but according to my older kith and kin he apparently was questionably lucid up until his final birthday where he was present for the day, he passed away a couple days later after slipping back into a comatose state.