it’s insane to me how grief, a feeling, has changed me, how it’s forced me to rebuild myself and so much of my life all while walking around like there’s a black hole in my chest. i’ve had to cut off family members for my own sake, especially his father, my brother. i stopped writing as much and doing things i used to love doing. i just feel like im on autopilot all the time and the plane is going down. i said a long time ago that i feel like this ache in me would last forever without him and i know that was right. i will never again be able to speak or even think about my nephew again without tearing up. i’ll never be the same