Viewing Life Through the Lens of ‘The Midnight Library’

I wanted to be a slider

Sandi Parsons
Age of Empathy

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Woman sitting alone on a bench with castle walls in the background
Photo Credit: Grant Parsons

I was three years into an eighteen-year escape plan from my marriage. Suicide never felt like an option; instead, I engaged in destructive behavior that endangered my health.

This was, of course, in direct contradiction to the eighteen-year plan, which depended heavily on me being alive to execute the escape. But that seemed like a small and insignificant detail.

One by one, I hung nappies on the line. Breathe in, breathe out. An endless loop.

Optimistic-Sandi piped up with a pep talk, designed to keep me on track, "Only fifteen more years to go. You can do this."

Wistful-thinking-Sandi broke in with thoughts of a cross-over loop, "Somewhere in an alternative reality there's a Sandi who made better choices. That Sandi hasn't coupled herself to a man she doesn't love. I'd swap places with her in a heartbeat."

Devil's-Advocate-Sandi derailed that thought, "How is that helpful? It's not like I can swap places with her."

Pessimistic-Sandi shunted in next, "Why did I have to be the Sandi stuck in a relationship that should have never been started? Why couldn't I be the Sandi that planned the route before she caught this train?"

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Sandi Parsons
Age of Empathy

Sandi Parsons lives & breathes stories as a reader, writer, and storyteller📚 Kidlit specialist, dipping her toes in the big kid’s pool.