The prison where I work just had their first suicide since the last one five years ago.
Death by hanging. Don't even ask...
My supervisor was describing the scene and for the first time ever, it hit me.
Death is irrevocable.
Once the heart stops beating, no pulse, no life.
Death does not strike me as tragedy and if it were, the more tragic, the more I would be fascinated.
But listening to the progress of death in the last second of the person hanging, who is still conscious while suffocating, that image told me something.
Cannot be undone.
Maybe it's time I rethink my theories on suicide....