It takes a moment for everything to change. A knock at the door, a man in uniform… He speaks the words you simultaneously dreaded and thought impossible.
One moment you’re happily planning a sexy evening and the next… You stand on a precipice, an endless void in the place of your soul. It feels as if God is lost forever… or maybe… you’ve been forgotten by God. There’s no sense of time or place just an endless blur of tasks and people and then you’re alone and there’s still stuff to do but you can’t remember what and you’re definitely not going to do any of it.
Survival becomes a matter of habit and joy is a distant memory, now too painful to contemplate. What is the point in getting out of bed? When will you feel human again?
Maybe never… I don’t actually know.