One thing I really wrestled with was feeling like there was less love in the world for me.
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On top of feeling shattered by her absence, I felt less important with her gone, and also guilty for feeling that way.
I wasn’t just mourning her life. I was mourning her love for me. When she died, I felt selfishly less important. And every time I lose someone, I’ll have less purpose.
— Apr 07, 2026 05:39PM
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