My Year of Detachment

I’ve been zoning out a lot lately.

I don’t really know where I go to.

I just, sort of, leave myself.

The weird thing is, I can see myself checking out. I can see the feeling of it. When I do it, I’m keenly aware of myself. I have visited this liminal space more often in the past year, this place where awareness and numbness collide.

I’ve been attuned to this tendency for a while now. I used to do it as a child. When things or people became too overwhelming, too boring, too exhausting, I’d simply remove myself. If I…