In the age of 22 and within 2 years, i experienced loss of my younger sister, my first love, a beloved cousin and the only grandmother i have ever met. I literally don’t remember anything from these 2 years, only that i was like a skeleton and i have forgotten how it is to be naively happy and careless. I suppressed my feelings for more than 10 years, until another traumatic event released everything x100000 times worst. I seeked therapy and finally feel happy about myself, but really wish i should have done it back then. The pain is still there, but at least i don’t blame myself for any of it.