What does it feel like after death? Is there life after it? Or would that be it?

These are the questions which kept me away from doing something stupid. If I had a positive answer to these questions, I may have already done it while having those powerful impulses. Fear in a sense kept me alive. After starting self-assessment, I asked myself why do I have such impulses? Why does a woman feel like killing her kid and later herself? Because it is a choice, an option right in front of me, to end everything. May be because there was no one to tell me otherwise. A choice which may reset everything, or just end everything.

“Why?”

“Because I can’t take it anymore.”

“Take what anymore?”

“Life is full of sufferings and miseries.”

“What do you want?”

“Peace and happiness.”

“So what are you looking for?”

“Peace and happiness only!”

“Then why are you looking at sufferings and miseries? Why can’t you just look away and see otherwise?“