I try really hard not to get personal here, but Jenn reminds me so much of myself. When I had my "plan" to commit suicide, I wanted to do it at the beach (hence my name Surfie). I love it there. My plan consisted of parking my truck on the seawall of Galveston, leaving my purse and keys in it, leaving a note saying where to find the truck. BUT, I was going to walk down to the ferry to take it across to Bolivar Peninsula as a passenger (it's free) and walk further to the most remote beach. I would then walk out into the water and shoot myself hoping that the sharks would get to me first before anyone.
Sorry to be so graphic.