I would just feel lost in an abyss. Not feeling anything, not even remorse. Maybe sad sometimes questioning a higher power. But not hurt anymore.
Looking back, I don’t remember much as I was young. What I remember is the topic made me uncomfortable. I never talked about what happened. I don’t think I knew how to grieve. I didn’t know how to behave or react in front of people. I was fearful of making people more…