My brother died this morning.Sometimes, knowing you're being heard can help you find a single ray of light to even begin to comprehend, or breathe, or anything.
I don't know what to do.
I don't understand the emotions it's causing in me. I don't understand how to think anymore. I don't know how I'm supposed to act like everything is normal after this. I know deep down my body will reach its natural capacity for grief and essentially flush the system, but right now I'm like the crab in the bucket. I can't see outside of this feeling at all.
I don't know how I'm supposed to sleep tonight.
I don't even know why I'm posting this here, except that the alternative is to somehow hijack a news stream and tell the entire world.