Should I start my goodbyes now or later?

Sadly, as I read more and more about my absolute favorite authors; Kafka, Hemmingway, Plath, Puzo, you know the greats.
I'm seeing a trend.
Not only in solitude, but also in suicide and emotional disorders.
Maybe you don't choose to be a writer, maybe writing chooses you.
And then later kills you.
Or maybe it's all of your dead characters getting their revenge on you for killing them.
Maybe.'
I'm so full of maybes today.
Maybe I'll stop.