Ever since I witnessed my father's death at the age of thirteen, she has been telling me that. Even though we have always gotten along well, I have never accepted her offer. I find that discussing death with her in any way is not productive. I couldn't, even if I wanted to, talk to her about it at this time in my life. Now that I have my silence, it serves as a haven, a means of healing, and an escape. Without it, I would still be aware of the sounds and sights from that morning, as well as the excruciating suffering they brought with them. I would finally have to come to terms with Landon's absence if I saw them.
I dislike travelling to new locations. I am nervous around them and find it difficult to focus or breathe. My initial therapist identified me as having obsessive compulsive diso
