The (former) Catholic guilt gets ridiculous

It occurs to me, out of the blue, that on some level I feel horrifically guilty because I'm still here and a bunch of other people I know are not.

I mean. I know I have a right to be here. I've got a reason to be here, I have a purpose.

I need to remember this. It's not a sin for me to be here.

I know this sounds melodramatic and emo as shit. But this is survivor's guilt.

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