When my grandparents died, when my puppy passed away and even when my mom was almost dying in a hospital bed, I couldn't feel anything. I didn't cry, I just felt emotionally numb. But lately I've been crying over the most small, meaningless things; a song, a movie, the name of a person I thought I had forgotten, the smell of certain things even.

I don't understand why it is so hard to cry when something serious happens, but usually I cry over stupid things. I feel guilty for feeling nothing when everyone else is grieving, or the opposite, being so depressed when the world around me seems to be so happy. I feel like a bad person.