I close my eyes and the world spins faster and faster as if it could go on better without me. There’s a hole in my chest that rips further and further as memories flood to my mind. I have to keep busy or they continue coming. Work and company are the only things that stop them and sometimes those still fail. I feel out of breath but at the same time I am still breathing. I close my eyes again and visions pop in of the what ifs and future possibilities that cannot exist. How can happy visions bring such pain? How can painful visions bring...