"One of the doctors was talking to me,"

said Mama.
"You know they all have this awful psychology now...
He thinks that when someone tries to kill themselves
its a cry for help – that's what he called it.
Well, what I know is that when I had swallowed those pills,
I felt completely happy.  I was lying on my bed –
they take a while to work, you know – and it was getting dark outside, and I was looking at the sky and thinking,
there's nothing I need to do.  It no longer matters.
I'll never, ever, have to make another decision.
I've never in my life felt so peaceful."

– Judith Kerr: Out of the Hitler Time.