It’s hard to understand how major that “6” is on the beginning of that range. For months I didn’t feel… anything. I made weird inappropriate jokes. I fooled around, I acted normal I went on trips. And then BOOM. I started to feel again. Crushed gradually then all at once in waves. It’s hard to describe what shock is like. And how much you can feel like a fraud when people start asking how you’re doing. And you’re just wishing you didn’t have to leave the house and all those casseroles were back in season because dear-god-it-finally-hurts-though-it’s-oddly-relieving.