on 10 January 2014
The only thing I really remember when I returned to school a few days later is my head feeling detached from my body. I had a bizarre mental image of myself walking around with my skull in a fishbowl, separated from my shoulders, like a deranged skeletal astronaut. It was partly the painkillers. But it was also a mental shortcut — a short-circuit — to protect my own mind from the trauma that quickly ate away at my confidence, my intelligence and my basic sense of safety.