for a while, I’ve been suffering from insomnia. months of lying awake at night, constantly thinking about those i’ve lost, wondering if I let them down. scared that i wasted the opportunities gifted to me through their sacrifice. those thoughts took me down a dark path of self-loathing, questioning my purpose and wondering what my legacy would be when I eventually kick the bucket. in that darkness, i crafted these stories. stories driven by pain, guilt, isolation, and no happy endings. ’Cause happy endings are for fairytales…