I don't want this sick body to be me
Sometimes I feel like I’m behind a curtain. Like the body that can’t digest any food and spends way too much time in the bathroom doesn’t actually belong to me. Like it isn’t really happening to me at all. Like none of this has anything to do with me.
Somewhere far away, I can still sense the possibility of a normal life, but it feels impossibly distant. It’s out of reach — I can’t even touch it, because it feels like these hands don’t belong to me either.
I honestly don’t even know how to describe it. Like I’m somewhere completely else… I’m not myself anymore. I don’t want this to be me. I don’t want this sick body to be me.