People who don’t know me always wonder why I’m so calm, cold, and boring, but I wasn’t always like that. Am in my 20s, I was known as the life of the party and had many acquaintances. However, early last year, I tragically lost my elder brother and his 8-months-pregnant wife. I had to handle the responsibility of paying her bride price, dealing with the police case and autopsy all by myself, before finally bringing them home for burial. Standing there and watching the pathologist cut into my brother for autopsy shattered me completely, and I doubt I will ever recover from it. Just a few months after the burial, I also lost a relationship I had invested so much in. Life goes on, but the wounds from these experiences will never fully heal.