My mom has a suicide kit in her closet. Helium and a plastic bag. She has said she never wants to become a burden and if we find her on her bed with the plastic bag and tank we will understand that she was ready to go on her terms. She has made sure that both my brother and I have access to everything and apparently I'm her executer because I didn't get the jab and have a copy of her will in my safe.
That is rough. Just knowing you are in that state of mind in a way is probably calming but still. Having your family know and understand is hard to handle and I am not close with my family.
I never expected to get to 30 much less 45 so I don't have a kit yet, but it makes sense to me. Maybe because she raised me, but the idea isn't a bad one to me. I love her to pieces and I want her around forever but I know that's not reality.
I am probably just as bitter and cynical as my generation and have a "fight no matter what" mentality. Life was not easy, its easier now. I still have the "Fucking make me" attitude though.
I also think you are responsible for yourself. Others might not like it but you do you, so long as you are not causing harm to others.