"I have never been a person to hold a grudge actually, but the pain of losing something important to me took over a portion of my brain, as if dealing with it was energy expenditure enough, without the effort of new thoughts. It stole the part of me I most wanted to share with others, my light and laughter, my generous heart. It was the sort of pain that burns, as if some invisible flame were held against my skin. The emotions of loss were that way, right? Death, abandonment, or betrayal, they all led here."
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