They all had the right to pursue therapy, food, and housing. I would guess that 99% of gun suicides had plenty of food and housing. They may not have availed themselves of therapy, but if you can afford a gun and ammunition, you can afford some counseling. They also had a right to choose how to spend their money.
Good psychological/psychiatric care is expensive. I have never thought of suicide, since my Depression is Moderate rather then Severe. I take 75 mg Effexor per day.
Lots of things are sins. Many see mooching off tax payers as stealing. That is also a sin. At any rate it is your choice. Sin if you want. Myself, I would much rather see nut bags like Adam Lanza or Nicholas Cruz off themselves than a bunch of innocents.
Having thought about the OP question a little more, the one thing I would like to get free everyday would be notification confirming that about half a million Left wingers have renounced their U.S. citizenship and emigrated to a more Socialist country in Europe, Africa or South America, leaving us to suffer without them.
Good! I have no idea what Effexor is, but if the doc calls for it, follow the directions. I have always thought suicide is a profoundly selfish act to permanently solve a temporary problem. The one that puts the gun or pills to his or her head feels no pain, but everyone around them feels excruciating pain. Keep your head up, your friends & family close and talk. You can get a ton of uplifting help from those untrained people that care about you.
The Constitution says the state has to take these people before a judge before their rights can be removed.
And I would bet a very small percentage of those were due to guns alone. When I was planning my own suicide, I opted for a gun to the head. But I considered many alternatives first. How I did it was more academic than critical to my choice to die. Honestly, I've often thought about those days and would probably choose a heroin overdose were I in that position again. An old friend of the family chose to drive into a tree at 100 mph. The Japanese often choose to stand in front of a bullet train - ironically named in this case! But they also have a suicide forest where hundreds of people have hung themselves. You don't choose to die BECAUSE you have a gun. Mainly you just want it to be quick and painless and not injure anyone else.
Thanks. That was 7 years ago. My life since has been a wild adventure and I've found more joy than I knew possible. The solution was to be brutally honest with myself and being willing to lose everything in the pursuit of happiness. It's funny how holding a gun to your own head and trying to pull the trigger brings amazing clarity. In a moment everything changed. And I will never be the same again. All that was required was reckless abandon and total honesty with myself. We tend to get stuck in life and lose sight of what is really important. I was so wrapped up in duty and honor and religious mumbo jumbo, and trying to make everyone happy, and doing what I thought I was supposed to do, that I had lost the will to live. Every night I fell asleep with tears streaming down my cheeks, and praying that I would never wake up. As I was trying to pull the trigger, one thought kept racing through my mind: Is there anything worth living for? Like a bolt out of the blue, the answer hit me at the last possible moment - sex with hot women. That was worth living another day. And so began my adventure - what I call Mr. Toad's Wild Ride [in honor of an old Disneyland ride ]. My ex and I hadn't slept in the same bed for ten years. I was trapped in a sexless, loveless marriage, but wasn't willing to let it all go. We had too much stuff that I thought was important. And I didn't believe in divorce. I was so far down the rabbit hole that I could no longer see a way out, except to end it all.
And, according to your own standard, should have your right to own a gun removed. Probably your driver's license as well.
How about getting a day free from prejudice for what I believe, who I am, and what I'm trying to accomplish in the remaining years of my life?