I find myself adrift, a peculiar sensation for one accustomed to such rigid purpose. My youngest, barely out of adolescence, has decamped for university life, leaving behind a silence that is almost deafening. For two decades, my existence was inextricably tethered to their needs, a constant vigilance that now seems… superfluous. It's a disorienting loss of function, a demotion from primary caregiver, and I confess, the sudden absence of this central role has left a cavernous void where my identity once firmly resided.
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