As I walked down the street, I felt a sense of unease. It was as if everyone was staring at me, and the feeling was all too familiar. I had felt this way before, like an outsider, like an alien. I thought I had left that feeling behind, but there it was again, haunting me. Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat, and everything around me came to a halt. I felt as if I had left my body and was floating around, observing everyone’s frozen faces. A second later, I looked down and saw blood pouring from my leg, and it all made sense. That was why everyone was staring at me.
But strangely, I didn’t feel any pain. I was numb, both physically and emotionally. I had been carrying around so much inner pain and suffering that it had dulled my senses. I knew I had to get help, so I made my way to the emergency room. I was still in a daze, still feeling disconnected from my body.
After being treated, I left the hospital without any clear memory of what had happened. The next thing I knew, I was sitting on a bench in the park, staring off into space. That’s when a friend saw me and came over to check on me. I listened to him talk without saying a word, without moving. It was like I was in a trance. But then he said something that caught my attention. He said he knew what I was going through.
That’s when I felt something stir inside me, something I hadn’t felt in a long time. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. When I opened them again, tears were streaming down my face. I asked him how he could possibly know how I felt.
