--- title: Died to Save Me date: 2018-08-27 for: Sam --- # Died to Save Me People often get confused when I mention the fact that I consider myself before I came out a different person. It's because that was a different person, they died to save me. The person I was did their best given the circumstances they were thrown into. It was hard for them. I'm still working off some of their baggage. But, that different person, even after all of the hardships and triumphs they had been through, they died to save me. They were an extrovert pushed into being an introvert by an uncaring community. They were the pariah. They were the person who got bullied. They survived years of torment but they died to save me. I understand now why the Gods prefer to use shaman-sickness to help people realize their calling. It is such an elegant teacher of the Divine. So patient. So forgiving. It's impossible to ignore everything around you feeling incomprehensibly crazy, because it is. Our system is crazy. Our system is incomprehensible. We only "like" it because we have no way to fathom anything else. "Awakening" is probably one of the least bad metaphors to describe the feeling of just suddenly understanding the barriers. Of seeing the formerly invisible glass prison walls we apparently live inside unknowingly. It's not just an awakening though, Not all of me made it through the process. Not all of what constitutes yourself (in your opinion) is actually a True part of you. Not all your thoughts, memories, ideas, dreams, wishes and even fears or anxieties are truly yours. Sometimes there's that part that really does have to die to save you. The part that was once a shining beacon of hope that has now fallen beyond disrepair. A thread of connection to a past that can never come to pass again. Memories or experiences of pain, trauma. It can die to save you too. You don't have to carry the mountains you come across, you can just climb them. When it dies, it is gone, but: you can sleep easier knowing they died to save you.