for, with, and about my friends, lovers and family. Sometimes individually. Sometimes at the same time.Death and defeat have stolen my joy.
They never gave me a chance to recover before striking again. Sometimes you don’t realize that even the most minor casualties require grieving.
Loss of independence, loss of a dream, idea, or what you thought your life should have been—all of this counts.This year has shifted my focus from happiness to anxiety.Read more on thoughtcatalog.com