Premise
Troy Baker dixit that the most traumatic thing you will ever experience has already happened: your birth.
This is patently false.
It is not traumatic to be born or to expire, otherwise kick the bucket, or pass on to another plain of existence.
When you are born, you do not have a sufficiently complex array of sensors/database to register your shock.
And when you die, if you are lucky or unlucky, depending on who you ask, you have already reverted to the same vegetative state in which you stepped into this world, in your beginning.
In both instances, your agency is zero or as close to zero, as are your faculties, senses, and notion of self.
Your Birth (and Death) cannot be the most traumatic experience(s) of your existence.
Life is a Challenge but the harshest one is the death of a loved one.
That will always leave you devastated. The death of a loved one makes a hole in your soul that cannot ever be made whole.
They say time makes it easier. Paradoxically, and much like Schrodinger’s cat, this is both true and false. Time makes the loss, departure, exit of a loved one, bearable in the sense it somehow dulls your brain into dwelling on it less and less. But the hole remains. You’re just not circling its drain no more. That is if you belong to those whose existence is not plagued by mental health issues.
But time does not alleviate the pain, the feeling of utter disconnect with that which brought you into the world… or as the case maybe a sibling or a father or anyone you care deeply about.
It does not mitigate the sharp obsidian like sting that makes you painfully aware that you are next.
The loss of a loved one cuts you deeper than any blade, bullet, punch, slap, or assault. It is without a doubt the most traumatic experience of your solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short life.
Take it from an exponent of a strong people. Take it from a Romanian born and bred gent.
Götterdämmerung 