When Great Trees Fall

As implied in the previous blog entry, I am currently battling severe depression. My father passed away on the 20th of August, plunging me deeper into an already fragile mental state (no thanks to the pandemic), and every day since the 20th has been about forcing myself to want to live. I remember when I…

‘Whatever happened to your Papa?’

It has been 43 days since my Papa left us. He died at the age of 72. His death has plunged me deeper into my depression. His death has made my living feel like an obligation: I continue to live because I have to, not because I want to.