Today, I read something that reminded me of how I used to be. A stranger on the internet wrote about the time they died. A spiritual death. Died to rest in peace. Gone to a kingdom of light. It was their salvation story. A story where they gave their life to Christ and died to live again. The nostalgia was not in the ways that she died but in the way that I felt reading about it. I read a lot of the story and cried a little.