I just told my mom I died at birth and I've been a ghost
the entire time, just
growing and manifesting into the daughter she'd lost and
she's like, "Well, please go to the light because I am
tired of your sh.t."
Here's some serious advice. Even the nicest people have
their limits.
Don't try to reach that point because the nicest people are
also the scariest a.ssholes when they've had enough.