I Was Bitterly Resentful, But Somehow Greatly

Suicide Is Not A Blot On Anyone’s Name; It Is A Tragedy

The Quickness And Flexibility Of A Well Mind, A Belief Or Hope That Things Will Eventually Sort Themselves Out-these Are The Resources Lost To A Person When The Brain Is Ill.

The Complexities Of What We Are Given In Life Are Vast And Beyond Comprehension.

There Is An Assumption, In Attaching Puritan Concepts Such As 'successful' And 'unsuccessful' To The Awful, Final Act Of Suicide, That Those Who 'fail' At Killing Themselves Not Only Are Weak, But Incompetent, Incapable Even Of Getting Their Dying Quite Right.

One Of The Advantages Of Science Is That One's Work, Ultimately, Is Either Replicated Or It Is Not.