For a while, it's been hard to put into words, but I think I know now. When my mom made a turn for the worst, it was like a dagger entered my heart, and as she declined, the dagger twisted and jerked it's way through.
Deep sadness, grief, and despair poured through my veins. Day after day, we mustered as much self-control as we could to stay strong and brave.
Then, in a single instant, she was gone. I was mentally and physically drained. I don't have anything left.
(My feeling when people say I'm handling this so well)
