“And sometimes, Noah . . . sometimes I really, truly, desperately, with everything I am and everything I have, don’t want to be me anymore. I don’t want to exist anymore.” I let out an unsteady breath. “I’d give anything to know what it’s like to wake up and feel rested. To wake up and not think again? I have to do this all again? To wake up and not have to walk on eggshells around my own mind. To wake up and feel like I’m not just surviving, but living.”
