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A year and a half ago, I decided to die. I made the conscious and aware decision to let go of my physical consciousness and awareness and return to the greater consciousness and awareness from which I came. I was finally too sick and too homesick to bear it, care for it, a moment longer. I arrived at this ultimate exit point after a quarter century of stubborn suffering. Victimhood I identified with from my entrance into this human form. Psychological abuse, sexual abuse, physical abuse, emotional abuse, self-abuse, abuse, abuse… Pain was what I knew. When it wasn’t being served to me, I served it to myself, and kept it right there, to myself. Through this disservice, I became suffering, strife, sickness, and only attracted more into my ether. Every moment that I chose to suffer, from crippling chronic…