As the happiness I once felt fades away into an obscure, hazy memory, I ask the same question of myself that I have asked innumerable times: Why? Why bother? Why believe it matters? Without him, none of it does.

Yet, I persevere.

All I can do is what he believed I could do. Without him, it may not be worth it.

I can't do this.

First-person mental trip of Applejack's mother. Did my best to write the struggle of fighting the insanity of one's own mind. Hope I did it justice.