You and I, despite being on opposite coasts, seem to be on a similar time line. I estimate I've got about 2 days left before my "final performance" - ha. Dark humor.
My method is the 'night night' method and while I am scared of source, I recognize and realize, I accept this is it. I'll see my father tomorrow for the last time (though he won't know it, as I'm obviously unable to tell him my plans) and I will see my beautiful, sweet dog. I won't want to let him go, but this is my time; I can't continue to delay, hoping somehow someone, some psychiatrist will understand me, be willing to treat and help me with medication (Klonopin always helped me so much with my intense anxiety and panic attacks). I made it to 36 - much longer or further than I ever imagined. But I hang by a thread now, and the thread is rapidly fraying.
Peace to you.