Do you think of me as a martyr? As a sacrificial lamb, accepting of its own death—tolerant of any treatment it’s given?
Did you know death isn’t only for the dying? It’s just another transformation amongst many. A transition, not to oblivion, but to something else entirely.
I left behind who I used to be, taking one step forward and five steps back. Before I knew it, I was four steps back from where I had started with one foot in the grave. I had changed, yet remained alien to even myself. My former self, who had been so useful and satisfying and interesting, had been replaced with someone new, someone different. But still, I was someone who wasn’t my true self.
I couldn’t recognize who I had become, but I didn’t despair.
I deserved this.