My Last Story
This is written as a form of therapy; I do not/have not/will not harm(ed) myself.

I write these words and hope they hold value once I'm gone. First and foremost, I want to state that my no longer being with you all has nothing to do with all of the beautiful lives you all showed me. The memories are what guide me through this dark tunnel. Because I do not shed tears as I write this, I am in no pain. But in fact, this is the most clear-minded I have been in as long as I can remember.
The love I've felt in this life has been tremendous, and more than most receive to begin with. My paths with each person throughout my life have made such an impact on me that every one of you is a piece of me.
No, I have no fear as the oxygen gets harder to take in. Because I've taken so many gasping breaths throughout my life of fondness and adoration for those I was surrounded by. I would be selfish to ask for any more.
I'm writing this because you all deserve to know that I was genuinely ill, and each day was a battle that got more and more difficult. My mind and heart were constantly at war, and my body echoed with the remains of a torn battlefield. The pain of movement was something I wanted desperately to escape. So I will.
And in doing so, I ask that no one mourn for me. But instead, celebrate the moments we shared. Though not all were perfect, there are so many that will leave me smiling as I make my exit. You've all been wonderful moments in time, and I could not have asked for a human experience with any other gorgeous souls. I was given the perfect experience in this life.
Maybe we will all meet again.
I want to end this by asking any who reads this:
I ask that my body be donated in full and that there be no cost for an autopsy, burial, or cremation for my family. Whether it be to medicine or science, I would like to donate my corpse.
To my family, I ask, please do not spend anything on mourning for me. I do not need a place of remembrance because even if I am not walking the face of this planet, I will be with you always. I ask that you please take care of yourselves fully and live full, happy, healthy lives in my place. Do not allow my death to stop your lives. I'm sorry, I love you all so much.
To my friends, I'm sorry. You all did a wonderful job of being my friends and chosen family. There was nothing more any of you, or anyone in general, could do. This was a war I was never meant to win.
Please know that in all moments, this was my least painful. Please feel no remorse or guilt. I was no one's responsibility, aside from my own, and I could not continue.
With all my love and life, thank you.
MDC.
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Monica Carneiro
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