recovered

I found his body, his mouth agape, his skin pallid. I touched him. He was cold. It was the first time I had discovered a dead body of one of our participants on outreach. I felt shattered with self-blame, guilt and something akin to loss of faith.  After that discovery, I lost interest in relationships, sexuality and my work. It was challenging to eat and sleep, and I lost a lot of weight. I had…