thinking about how the aftereffect of trauma and grief, especially after you've made it through the absolute worst of it, is the lingering sense that something else horrible is going to happen and that everything is fragile, you're fragile, but the world just insists on continuing to move because the world is sturdy like that, and you want to move on too, but you know that moving on means that at some point you're going to experience it again--your world will shatter again and you're going to be in the rubble again because actually the world isn't that sturdy, it' just the march of time that is, and how the hell are you supposed to build something knowing that the rug might be pulled out again, and how the hell do you go around not knowing if it's right around the corner or if your next step could trigger it or if it's already in the room