I've been systematically going through everything in my house and shredding/donating everything I don't need. I've got a two bedroom house down to a small U-Haul trailer.

Yes, it is cathartic. I've divested myself of the past and have only what I need to survive. I could lose everything and easily start over because in the process I've shed materialism. I have nothing of value except the home itself, my car, a few boxes of family photos, and a ring.

Now I don't care what happens to me. The impact of the loss will be minor.

How did I get to this point? I went into psychosis and was denied access to everything personal during five hospitalizations. I was so heartbroken over material goods that I just snapped and the bond was broken.

With the loss of my cats, whom I pined for all that time, my heart truly died.

Getting rid of everything, at that point, was easy. I was ready to die. I still am.

I. Am. Prepared.