I didn’t disappear, I was still there somehow. I simply transformed into fragments of air, I could still feel and hear, I just couldn’t speak. It was no different from life really. No one understood me. They all judged me, they all disapproved of what I became, or what I always was. It felt like pieces of broken, jagged glass were stuck to every single part of my body. I questioned my life, and my decisions and who I had turned out to be, but it made no difference, I was still the same. It didn’t matter how many times I rejected myself, how much I wanted to change, I was still me and I could do nothing about it but hurt. No one knew how I felt, they didn’t understand.