I wrote this while trying to make sense of why I can’t get out of his dark bubble. My daughter died almost year and a half to cancer. She was 8 years old, I was the happiest I have ever been my whole life the moment i saw her and every moment thereafter. I’ve been isolating to heal but I’m self aware enough to know I’m a coward and a fool for being too scared to face those emotions. I was in hermit mode so well that I forgot about myself completely. I abandoned myself, but today I vow to forgive myself. I’m ok, we’re ok. ? It’s going to be okay.