stephanie debrincat

Living and Dying and the Inadequacies of Polite Friendship

I faced death head on for the first time at age twenty one. It crept up on me so slowly, through a haze of chronic pain, that when I was suddenly staring down the barrel of my own mortality it felt like no other day. Like I’d been dying since the day I’d been born and my final seconds were ticking down to that peaceful sigh of relief.