That wonderful, immersive feeling of being conscious, alive, aware of raindrops dripping off trees, light scattering amid their branches, of the sound of birds, children playing and, coming out of the woods- a bloody great wind turbine right there in your face!
Yes we would all miss the bitter-sweet experience of being alive save for the fact that brain death makes missing anything impossible.
So in your own perception there is no loss. That, sadly cannot be said for those who have dignified our existence with their love and friendship. Suicide then can sometimes be the most wicked thing you can do to others, even when in the moment you might think you're doing them all a favour.