You're wearing a mask, feeling displaced and detached, everywhere you go, whoever you're with.
It feels like looking through a thick glass. And you're stuck outside looking in, just acting... acting and pretending.
Smiling and laughing and trying and trying... But no one knows how you really feel.
They've made it plenty clear... they don't WANT to know.
So you get up every day, put on a brave face, and try to give people what they want - which is to see you “back to normal.”
The "experts" said (and everyone expected) after a year, or maybe two, you would accept your loss and be able to move on.
But you haven't accepted anything and you don't want to move on.
Which has left you wondering, "Maybe I'm doing something wrong."