“Very quickly, I stopped feeling like I was human. I stopped seeing my family. It felt really important to me not to see them, even if I couldn’t really explain why at the time. In retrospect, it was because I was afraid of a few things. I was afraid I’d hurt them. I didn’t know how or why I’d do it, but it felt like a real possibility. And I was afraid they’d see the truth about me. They’d look me in the eye and see I had no soul left. I didn’t want them to know that, even if it was the truth.”
Felt this.
