No, it’s fine, body.
I didn’t need to sleep anyway.
Today in my creative writing course, during a peer edit session, I read my story about a single mother whose daughter is taken suddenly by a massive infection. Unable to cope with the grief, the mother takes her own life. Some of my peers responded saying that it was a “beautiful” ending.
There is nothing beautiful about death or suicide. It is an ugly, tortured fate, filled to the brim with tragedy and hurt. When a human being feels that they are presented with no other option in life but to bring their own to an end, that, my friends, is devastating.