TLDR: I'm still in mourning and am learning firsthand how non-linear this process is after losing a friend to suicide almost 7 years ago.

All the windows had no blinds or curtains, and the walls of the pool house were essentially shutters that you flip to close for privacy...

It happened so slowly and all at once. Suddenly I was flooded with anxiety: We shouldn't even be together.

Possibly the best party I'll ever go to. Full of old crushes and youtubers and actors...

I stood up next to him and the bed had four egg yolks/whites scattered throughout the bed and next to where I was laying was soaking wet.

I watched the oldest dog grab hold of her wrist like it was in slow motion. Her scream was so clear it was like she was in the room with me.

I get on the plane and suffer through a 15-hour flight from wherever the hell I lived all the way to North Bay (LOL).

Just then, a car exploded. People flocked to the window to see and sure enough, someone's car had been obliterated.