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What happens when grief doesn't just break you-it dismantles you completely, leaving you to rebuild from scattered pieces you barely recognize? This question pulses at the heart of a story that refuses to offer easy comfort. Our narrator sits in her therapist's office, not metaphorically broken but viscerally dismembered. Her hands shake when discussing her mother. Her voice fractures at mentions of her father. Her entire posture collapses when remembering her brother. She recites dates and medical terminology with clinical precision, describes funeral arrangements with detached efficiency, analyzing her family dynamics as if discussing strangers. When her therapist pushes her to feel rather than recite, she erupts: "What do you want from me? To cry? To scream? Would that make this more real for you?" The outburst reveals not anger but terror-terror of what might happen if she truly allows herself to feel. After weeks of circling this truth, she finally breaks: "It comes like blades... because it's my fault, all of them are my fault... I kill them all, I lose them all." The clonazepam prescription that follows becomes both salvation and prison, creating a chemical barrier between her and her grief, turning days into a blur of half-lived moments. It's only when her estranged sister Viola arrives, commanding her to "get up," that she begins the slow journey back-not by rejecting grief but by finally inhabiting it.