Dying in a hospital is not what's natural, that's soft. In these kind of moments, you need softness. It can take dying to figure out what living is actually like. I spent my life filling my heart with beauty, with nature, with connection, so I choose to fill my final moments with the same last breaths are sacred. When I imagine my final days, I see music, the ocean, cheesecake. Even now, as I seek help to end my life, with all the pain, and in these final moments, there is still so much beauty. You just have to be brave enough to see it, and see the rhythms of what's going to keep going after I'm gone.