The loss of my mother has left a gaping hole in my heart that I fear will never be filled. Her absence consumes me, filling me with a deep sense of sorrow and longing. The pain of her passing has made me wary of forming close connections with others, as I fear the possibility of experiencing that kind of loss again. The thought of opening myself up to people, only to have them taken away from me, is too much to bear. So I keep my distance, hiding behind a façade of indifference, unable to trust or truly let anyone in. My mother's death has left me feeling isolated and alone, unable to shake the fear of losing someone else I care about. It has made me view human connection as nothing more than a fleeting illusion, a temporary respite in a world filled with inevitable goodbye.
