Separate Myself From Myself

I felt free only when I could separate myself from myself — when I could imagine that I was apart from my life and body. There, in the ephemeral nothingness, in the quiet space of the mind, I found peace.

I liked it there. I didn’t want to return to the world. Life was too hard and treacherous. I was too weak and vulnerable. I couldn’t live in sorrow forever. So, in that instance, with no forethought, I decided that that night would be my last. No note. No nothing.

--The Bleakness of the Bullied