She's talking about herself in the third person because the idea of being who she is, of acknowledging that she is herself, is more than her pride can take.

You’ll be all right. You’re strong. I know you’ll be okay because I like you and you can’t like someone who doesn’t like themself. The people I fear for are the ones who I don’t like because they hate themselves so much they won’t let anyone else like them either. But I do like you. I’ll miss you. And I know you’ll be okay.

I crave white on white and black, but my thoughts race in glorious technicolour, prodding me awake, whipping away the warm blanket of invisibility every time it sears to smother my mind in nothing.

Your hair is an act of God.

There's not a drug on earth can make life meaningful

Once you have perceived that life is very cruel, the only response is to live with as much humanity, humour and freedom as you can.

If you died it would be like my bones had been removed. No one would know why, but I would collapse.