But I eventually realized that not being able to breathe or hear or move was not the way I wanted to live.
I vowed to get out of the bottle and come back to Earth and be part of life again. The hardest part of the vow was saying out loud that I wanted it even though I knew that meant I would make mistakes and hurt others and be hurt.
I think lately I have managed to partially re-bottle myself, though. Or maybe I just received a bottle containing some more parts that I accidentally left up there.