“Ever since Grandma died, I’ve felt as if life is a ticking clock. Every single day that passes is a day I should be moving forward, but I feel stuck. Drained. Invisible even to myself, as if I’m some sort of automaton going through the motions instead of living in the moment.”

“Ever since Grandma died, I’ve felt as if life is a ticking clock. Every single day that passes is a day I should be moving forward, but I feel stuck. Drained. Invisible even to myself, as if I’m some sort of automaton going through the motions instead of living in the moment.”

— Lucy Coleman