I’m not going to lie, there is no talk of the pandemic being finished, and I’m finding life without my twin difficult. I never imagined my life would end like this or that I would have to learn to live my life without my twin.

There isn’t a day that goes by, where my twin isn’t in my thoughts.

Life is proving difficult

I don’t know how to do life without my twin. Lucky enough to be born with a twin, I’ve always had someone there. To live life as someone single; as an independent is proving more difficult than I imagined.

Struggling to adapt

I am struggling to adapt to a life without her. My life without my twin is harder than I imagined. Like all siblings and/or twins we had our ups and downs, but our unit was solid. It isn’t there now and that is my struggle.

‘The twins’

Growing up, we were always referred to ‘as the twins’. I hated it, she hated it, we craved our own independence and that’s the path we both took. Looking back, I’d give anything to have that unit back.

We ‘were’ just the twins. Our names were never used.

For Sheila x