If that doesn't scare the Hell out of you, I don't know what will.
If you haven't heard of Brittany Maynard, well chances are that you've had your head buried under some kind of large boulder in the desert for the last month or so, immune to the grasp of social media. Brittany is a 29-year old, recently married, very beautiful young woman who was diagnosed last spring with grade-4 glioblastoma, a terminal form of brain cancer. Doctors gave her less than six months to live, and it is impressive she has made it this far. The controversy however, stems from the fact that she has chosen to end her life peacefully by way of the "Dying with Dignity" rights given to her by a select number of states, allowing her to legally choose the path of least resistance and be assisted by licensed physicians in the form of a peaceful suicide.
The social media frenzy that has billowed over the last two weeks comes from the idea that Brittany Maynard should be honored, she should be praised. She is one of the most noble, courageous, strong-willed women in the history of femininity, someone who should be spoken in the same breath as Joan of Arc, or Oprah Winfrey. She is a saint, and has been given that title despite the fact that she does not technically qualify as one. Brittany is ground-breaking, lionhearted, a woman who every girl should idolize and try to duplicate her same set of values in their own lives.
And she's openly killing herself on the biggest stage imaginable. Am I the only one who has a problem with this?
It's not the idea of suicide that rubs me the wrong way, absolutely not. If you want to end your life because the road is too difficult to travel, go right ahead, nobody's stopping you. Some people just weren't made for handling the tough tasks of life. If you want to abandon your family, friends, spouse, and the millions of supporting cast members and take the easier route because the future just looks too bleak and the odds of you making through this ordeal are even less than slim to none, and why should you have to endure a month of trauma, pain, and brain hemorrhage, then by all means, swallow those pills and close your eyes.
But don't shine your image for the world to see in the same light as some hallowed, sanctified heroine who is more righteous than Saint Peter himself.
We live in a world of conformity. A world where voices are muted because of the constant barrage of opinionated attacks issued every single day to people who are standing up for what they believe in. If you are a part of the minority who are against same-sex marriage, or for the banning of marijuana, you are a traitor, and someone who should be burned at the stake for your views. If someone were to speak out and criticize Brittany Maynard for her vile actions in three weeks they would be blacklisted by the Internet and scarred as an insensitive human being who has no respect for the sanctity of the choices a woman has with a terminal disease.
I'm not trying to say who is right and who is wrong in this situation, because I have no right to judge. I'm not her creator, her God, or whatever type of religious figure that she worships. If she wants to end her life in one of the most peaceful yet disturbing ways possible, she has every right to do so given to her by the great state of Oregon. It is your life Brittany, not a single soul on this planet has the right to judge you for your actions. But don't tell me that I have to agree with you on what you are doing. Don't make me an outcast because I'm standing up for what I believe in and posting a blog disagreeing with one of the most heinous and disreputable crimes known to man in the act of taking your own life. Don't make me grant you with the title of a heroine.
Life is hard. Everyone knows this. As Tom Hanks once said, "It's supposed to be hard. If it wasn't hard then everyone would do it. It's the hard that makes it great." No one can imagine what Brittany Maynard is going through at this point in her life. No one can begin to understand the trauma and tribulation she is suffering through in these last moments. The Hell that was handed to her is designed to make her a better woman, a stronger woman, a woman who we can admire if she were able to push through the struggles and not just give up. But for some reason it just got too hard for Brittany. And those morals and values and that toughness decided to check out a long time ago, only to be revered by the infection of social media.
So go ahead and take your life. Grab those drugs, put on your background music, wish your family and friends and your spouse farewell as you journey to whatever afterlife you believe in. Have one of the most beautifully euphoric sendoffs that will not be marred by a terminal disease that cut your life just a bit shorter than you wanted. Kill yourself one small moment at a time and die with dignity as the lawmakers in Oregon would say. But don't tell me to applaud your actions. Don't make me support you with an online card and donation. Don't make me applaud the cowards of the world. Don't make me praise you as a martyr.
Because you're not.