Two weeks ago I lost the person I loved most in all the world, my best friend and the centre of my every moment of every day. Someone whose death I couldn't even bear to imagine because I thought I couldn't survive it.
The death was very sudden and unexpected. I was the one who found the body. My other family members are all in pieces. Everyone else I know is treating me like I'm probably secretly sobbing all day every day.
But I'm working and going about my day like nothing has happened (although my daily routine is totally different and everything is upside down). I feel nothing at all. When I do feel even the most minute little pang of loss it disappears before I can catch hold of it and try to feel it. It's like a very faint echo.
WTF is wrong with me? Am I a psychopath or something?