( This post was written on Sunday ay 23rd July, at some point, but I don’t remember when. It’s obviously lucid, as all my posts seem to be, but I only vaguely recall writing it, and I knew relatively little of the events that had occurred since I calmly ended my own life )
I seem to now have a very altered relationship with Death. The prospect of dying, to me, whenever it is, stirs almost no emotion in me.
Ive been trying to think about it, and how I felt about it before – I think with fear/dread/a strong avoidance of – just like normal people, but now I don’t.
I don’t know if that will revert back.