I was in school when my grandfather died. I started feeling like a grown-up. I was so traumatized then, that I couldn't even mourn. That cry, that pain was my first encounter with death. He was my shield. He loved me more than his own children, and when he was gone, I couldn't even feel anything. No one could notice that ache that remained inside me for a long time. And then, there was the ugliest phase in my life due to high depression, suicidal tendencies, fears, lack of self-esteem, anxiety, and the list goes on. But self-realization kept me going. I realized that I have to survive, no matter what. Let's connect if you need a friend to share your feelings with. I am all ears.