" After one is hollowed out by suffering, one might expect something to rush in to fill the new, unoccupied parts of yourself - but that's not how it's been for me. Nothing rushed in. Instead, I sometimes look in the mirror and see not a different person, but no one at all. Not a canvas, a canvas has potentiality, a promise, an ability. Just nothing. I'm no one. "

― Savannah Brown , The Things We Don't See