Maybe love had always been outweighing death

No one had ever wanted me. And for some reason I didn't even want me anymore. I wished I could have stepped out of my body and given it back, like you do with a shirt that doesn't fit properly.

Ironic, isn't it? The moment you decide to kill yourself, you have never felt more alive.

This body had been mine my entire life and it couldn't have felt more foreign.

I saw now that a part of me never felt good enough for anyone so I tried to be someone I wasn't.

To being far away from everything and everyone - Stefanie Sybens, Letters from the What-Went-Before

I was merely a body that existed day in, day out. Breathing against the powerful waves of time.

She would have more room in her life for other things.

I wanted to learn how to carry myself