Prologue
They tell you that grief is a heavy thing, but they never talk about the weight of nothing.
Most people wake up and see a world full of color and noise, a series of tasks to be completed, and alife to be lived. I wake up and see a gap.It’sa space between who I am and who everyonethinks I should be.I’vespent seventeen years trying to bridge that gap with smiles thatdon’treach my eyes and “I’m fine’s” that taste like copper in my mouth.
I’mwaiting for something to save me. A person, a moment, a change in the wind. I am looking for a truth in alife whereI’mstill learning how to navigate. But my little shelf is getting crowded, and the floor is disappearing, andI’mstarting to wonder if the only way to rest is to stop trying to bridge that gap at all.
