In the months after my experience of waking up to reality, I cried many tears that came from losing everything in the world. There was no sorrow in these tears, just gratitude and the awareness that nothing in the world belongs to me. It wasn’t my body I was losing; I had already lost it from the first experience on the attic floor. It was like this. You see a chair, for example, and you realize that it’s not; you’ve lost even that. It leaves you with nowhere to walk, no one walking, no floor—nothing. Then someone comes in and says, “Hello, Katie,” and you’re talking, and you know you’re not
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