She often catches herself staring into space, tears streaming down her face, and has no idea how long she’s been sitting like that.
Her grief over her daughter is like being in prison, Maria Hoon says – she feels trapped in an endless cycle of darkness, in a world she no longer feels part of.
“To say I’m shattered doesn’t even begin to describe it, she says. “I’m an empty shell – there’s nothing left of me. I feel like I stopped living when my child died.”