lost my mom when I was a teen.
11 years later, I thought I was fine.
I wasn't.
🧵
I've been walking around with a wound I never treated.
Here's how I know:
Any mention of death hits me too hard.
I see “death” online → I log off immediately.
I stopped watching TV
My story won’t end at “he had potential” or “he had a bright future” or “he was destined for greatness.” I’ll go ahead and actually become all of that. I’ll live out my potential and reach the highest level I possibly can.