Life feels too hard. I can’t do this. And right there, curled up in the hospital bed at the age of twenty-two, I decide to give up. I’m not going to try—to find a career or a place in this world, to fight for plans to move out on my own, to pay my own bills, to strive to build a life of my own. I will shred any budding plans I might have had for my life and sink deep into the role of invalid like a warm, lethal bubble bath.
