When I woke up, Parts of my Body were Gone.

My right foot was the first one. I just woke up one morning with a limp. I didn't realise what happened until my parents started yelling. The blood loss must have made me forget about it.

My foot went away.

There was nothing they could say. It was too late for me to just turn it off at night. No one could figure out where it went. It only took place when no one was around.

I didn't start to think of a reason for this until I had found that my left hand had disappeared next.

Parts of my body were being sent to a different world. Yes, that idea came from my love of Rick and Morty, but it was the one that made the most sense to me.

When my teeth fell out and my lips hurt, I thought about a different version of myself waking up with dead body parts next to him in bed, like a creepy teddy bear. In any case, it's always better to be the one getting hurt.

What would you think it would be like to have parts of your body disappear one by one? To worry all the time about which piece you'd rather not have?

I was a mess. I had to be told over and over that no more body parts would disappear, but every time they broke that promise. I could only fall asleep with pills.

I was afraid that my stomach would disappear next. No one should have to feel their unprocessed food pool around their innards.