The wind was taken out of me. My mom is gone. People tell me she’s in a better place. I know they mean well – I really do – but it is a truly terrible thing to hear. I still want her here with me. I still need her. And yes, I know that sounds…
For a long time, I thought I was coping. I had a job, responsibility, a future I believed in. What I didn’t realise was that my body was slowly paying the price for my loyalty — and my need to succeed.