You’re right, death comes in many forms. I’m still mourning the life I used to have, that is dead and gone now. If only people could see what I used to be…active in society, active in my family’s lives, having friends, having a job. All of that is dead and now I’m stuck in some tortured state of being. A recluse. Just burned out. I died many times already. I see people decades older than me doing more and going on about their lives. That makes me feel even worst. Older people are functioning better than me.