July 14, 2025

Adrenalin has faded. Shock and denial slowly sift away, and reality rises like the sun in my tired mind. Tears fall more readily, memories pour out more steadily, and I remain dazed.

Grief shrouds everything, creating fog in every way. I don’t realize how dense the brain fog is until I attempt to have a conversation — it’s like I can barely remember to finish a sentence.

Any chores accomplished are simply done by an automatic response from years of habit. If I take a sweater off or a pair of sunglasses, I place them down and I will completely forget about them, leaving tattered articles throughout the house.

We were quite social today, which is both nice and weird. It’s like re-acclimating into society: it reminds me of being at a restaurant in a foreign country where I don’t know the language or the customs. We’re all still eating, which is pretty universal, but everything else feels so different.

I’m so tired. So, so, tired.

Everything is sad — it’s the opposite of rose-colored glasses. It’s like seeing everything in deep shades of blue and gray, muting colors from the world.

July 14, 2026

Update: I’m still tired. All. The. Time.

Least favorite phrase people regularly say to me: “Tired?? You’re too young to be tired.”

Also way too young to lose a sibling and a parent, but thank you for letting me know that I shouldn’t be tired. It really helps me feel even more isolated and out of place from people my age.

I’m traveling right now for work, and this Baskin Robbins happened to be right by my hotel. I saw my photo from last year and decided to go and honor Momma — B&R was her favorite ice cream shop.