It has been 326 days since I lost my sibling. My best friend. My other half. Internally, I have felt like chipping. cracking china, and that one wrong move will land my brain in a place I am to scared to let it venture.

The people in my life tell me "It's been almost a year. You're not moving on fast enough."

What is fast enough?

Am I meant to erase 22 years of life with this person in a matter of a year? In a year, am I meant to accept that those 22 years till not become 23 and I am growing older then my sibling?

It's ruining every bit of me. And since I am the rock of the family. I have no one to keep me grounded.