No, dying is not hard at all.
What's hard is waking up every day in a world that humiliates you, strips you of dignity, and denies you meaning.
What's hard is clinging to life when every breath feels like lead and every day is a repeat of agony.
Anyone who says dying is hard has understood nothing, or is pretending not to understand.
Death is everywhere: a train at 200 km/h, a rope, a fall from height, a well-measured substance.
Every year, hundreds of thousands of people – even children – prove it: it's neither impossible nor that complicated.
You don't need a chemistry degree or a strategist's mind. You need just one thing: determination.
The problem isn't technical difficulty.
The problem is we live in a pro-life society that bombards us with fear, guilt, and inflated horror stories.
They show you the rare few who survived in terrible conditions to make you think "it always ends like that."
They drown you in misleading statistics, extreme case reports, rare clinical outcomes – all to make you give up.
The truth?
Those who no longer want to live know it well:
death is a simple act. What's been distorted is the idea of death – made monstrous, unreachable.
So no: it's not hard to die.
What's hard is standing upright when all you want is to disappear.
What's hard is enduring the grip of a society that tells you to "hold on" even when you're already ashes inside.