We ask ourselves numerous questions everyday, but we do not hold the answers. We live in a world where tragedies seem to outscore victories, but that makes everything appear much more complicated. The people we love are taken from us so soon, and yet we begin to blame everything on ourselves for the things we could have done differently. God has a plan for each and every one of us. We go through inevitable epidemics that change our lives greatly, and we get scars from these epidemics that haunt us for the rest of our lives. My experiences have changed me in ways I do not think I will ever be the same, and that very idea is scary. I look back on the past eight years I have lived, and I realize how my life will never be the same. I hold in the tears, puff out my chest, and let everyone around me know that everything is going to be okay. When all of that is said and done, I return home, close my door, and tears come streaming down my face like a waterfall with a heavy current. Tears let you leak out the pain you feel inside, and it is a never-ending battle between happiness and sadness. I hide away my pain because I need to be there for everyone else. I need to be the strong woman my parents raised me to be, and showing any sign of sadness makes me weak. But what happens when all of the pain I have endured becomes too unbearable? You can only hold it and be strong for so long.
When the countdown nears 0 days, the butterflies begin to dance around your stomach, your cheeks become sore from smiling so much, and there's a sense of peace that drops over you because you're finally marrying the love of your life. This is the best time of your life, and you could not be more overjoyed. Suddenly, sadness starts to hit you like a tidal wave that came without warning. The tears start flowing and cannot stop. You can't breathe, and everything else starts to feel heavy. There's an empty void that cannot be filled, and your chest begins to break in two. This was the best time of your life, but now it's all starting to hit you in a million pieces. The one person who should be here- your rock, your stability in an uneasy balance, the glue that has held you together- is not here. Your mom. ... It's no secret that I have been through more obstacles than I'd like to admit. Several of these obstacles occurred when I least expected them, like a ...
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