Candace Opper was fixated on her dead middle school crush. She wrote a book about trying to figure out why.
We barely knew each other as kids, but years later I was still so fixated about his death that I got a tattoo of his name. At 30, I decided it was finally time to figure out why.
When I became a mom at 19, my depression spiraled out of control until I reached a delirious state. I was very much alive, but certain I'd been dead for years.
I spent almost a decade learning to be an 'only' after Matthew died. The un-learning is almost as disorienting.