Prologue
Death is funny because so many people shy away from it. They act like it’s the worst thing that could happen, but I think those people don’t understand what it means to be dead before they've ever lived. I never belonged, and I never wanted to, but when it came to making decisions about the way I lived my life, people always had suggestions. More therapy, more medication, more socialization – the list was endless. All it did was turn me into a soulless zombie because those people don’t know what I know about the world we live in.
Our world is one of many, living together in a sphere of eternity. All of these worlds sit side by side without knowing each other's existence, but I know they are there and real because I have seen them.
I know I sound crazy, but don't worry, because my therapist thinks so too. All of my life, I’ve been living on a different plane. This is one of the many reasons I could never connect with other people, and when they put me in the facility, it only worsened. That's when I decided it was time to go.
Death was easy. It was simple and peaceful – probably the quietest moment of my life, and when all was said and done, there was no great revelation, no pearly gates or smoking crater, just blissful self-awareness.
I didn’t meet some eternal God to be judged for the sins of my past, and I didn’t get sucked into some strange body into the next life to re-live my lessons so I could thoroughly learn what was needed to ascend the mortal plane. It was quite like that novel about the little girl falling down the rabbit hole.
My world shifted, and I floated through the space between my world and the next and simply closed my eyes. That’s where my story begins—the story of how I finally decided it was time to die.
