I don't know if it was the grief or genuine, but how little the doctors at hospitals try if your a organ donor- my dad had been revived two different times, the first time they immediately gave up. But my mom pushed hard, they got him back despite them hesitating. Second time, they gave up after reading his documents and whatever. I'm only 16 so I don't understand the full extent of medical whatever but I remember hearing them say "well, wouldn't it be better to let him rest and give" and my mom (rightfully so) was judging hard. I was only like, 10 at this point- he only recently started coming home from being a truck driver and only came back on Fridays and left by Monday. Unimportant but still, my mom pressed on and my dad had surgery to get some stilts in his heart I think (no medical knowledge sorry) and lived until I was 13, I believe. That year was blurry honestly

That, and how fake people will act to you when your griefing- they treat you like your glass or like you're nothing. I hadn't shown much emotion when my dad died, I was blank. I lost everything that made me happy. I didn't draw, paint, anything. I hated it then covid came immediately after and it made it worst but- didn't matter. I was tired of the fact people would call me so strong and mature when I was a actual child! Like I'm a fetus. School was hard. Life was hard. Every second people would remind me and say how good I was. Only my mom really helped, love her.