I might be a worse person after my sister’s death

That title may be sensational, but I am less than what I once was, and I can’t pretend it isn’t true.

I’m way worse at responding to text messages and emails, sometimes taking days to reply.

I am flakier than I have ever been in my life.

I am lazier than I used to be.

I’m less hopeful that things will “just work out.”

I am more of a hermit than I was before. Not because socializing is especially draining, but the desire for it ebbs much more than it flows.

I don’t have a bow to tie this up with, that’s it.

I’m sadder more often than ever before.

I guess this is who I am now.