I still think that, sometimes, think
that maybe "the afterlife" is just something we made up to ease the pain of loss, to make our time in the labyrinth bearable.

“Above us, the wind blew and the branching shadows rearranged themselves on our …”

“Me: “I refuse to attend Support Group.”Mom: “One of the symptoms of depression …”

“And even though he felt pitiful and ridiculous, he didn't want it to end, becau…”

“That's why I'm going. So I don't have to wait until I die to start seeking a Gr…”