Aug 12, 2025
I look around and I am forced to realize that being surrounded by death has made me bitter and numb. I am chasing a childlike whimsy I can't access anymore, and I suppose I am learning to be okay with that loss. There is a break in the way my soul processes death - it is difficult to explain, yet very different than before. I mourn for the me who could have cried. I mourn for my empathy, for I have exhausted it plenty. I do miss my family, but I also find myself thankful for the ways in which this pain has shown me the cracks in my own system. I will find a way to make it through this, as I have many things before.