It is my willingness to discuss the issue of suicide that makes me think it is time to share these thoughts. When I was 19 my suicide attempt left me staring at the ceiling unable to move my toes or fingers flat on my back looking at the hospital ceiling with a clarity that my eyes no longer enable.
It had taken about 6 weeks to filch a sufficient amount of Grandmas prescription medication to succeed and succeed I would have had I but slept another hour and not walked in my sleep and fallen down the stairs while looking for the loo.
With time to think about my decision over the weeks I used my innocent interpretations of the world as a horrible place for a soul journey, where men whose world it was went to war as boys and never recovered, even if they survived.
The I in me that depended upon the We was existentially at risk as the cave within which the Ego/I is enslaved by virtue of the linear naming while in the dynamics of time forward within lifetime, even a capable human Me~Mind, is doomed by the emergent knowledge flow, like a village in an anciently Dammed valley that cannot pay taxes or survive time forward.
The I from We is never Me let alone all of Me, yet it is this I of Me the We wants.