I think though, that if you live your life to make other people happy, then you're doing yourself a great disservice. She might have considered staying alive so her friends wouldn't suffer the loss. But every day of her life was filled with pain - physical and emotional. And her physical pain not only prevented her from living a full life of experiences and interaction, there was also no end in sight. She hadn't been suffering from IC for weeks or months. It had been years.
So, she could stay alive, isolated and in pain, so that her friends and family would be okay, or trust that they know her well enough to understand her decision to finally stop this endless cycle. They might not agree with her decision, and yes, it's tragic and creates so much psychological pain for others. But she was the one living in pain, trying every single day to make things better, and constantly being knocked back down.
It was her life, no one else's. And the people who have lost her have their own issues to deal with now. Those are and were none of her responsibility. One cannot live one's life in order to please others. She made a choice. We may not like it, but tough titties. We didn't live her life.
I think though, that if you live your life to make other people happy, then you're doing yourself a great disservice. She might have considered staying alive so her friends wouldn't suffer the loss. But every day of her life was filled with pain - physical and emotional. And her physical pain not only prevented her from living a full life of experiences and interaction, there was also no end in sight. She hadn't been suffering from IC for weeks or months. It had been years.
So, she could stay alive, isolated and in pain, so that her friends and family would be okay, or trust that they know her well enough to understand her decision to finally stop this endless cycle. They might not agree with her decision, and yes, it's tragic and creates so much psychological pain for others. But she was the one living in pain, trying every single day to make things better, and constantly being knocked back down.
It was her life, no one else's. And the people who have lost her have their own issues to deal with now. Those are and were none of her responsibility. One cannot live one's life in order to please others. She made a choice. We may not like it, but tough titties. We didn't live her life.