I have now woken up in the hospital, the dreadful event happened on September 1st, 2014. The date is now July 1st 2019.
As it turns out the loss was too much for my head to handle, I spent a few weeks grief stricken, lying in bed all day, doing nothing and not eating either. It was bad enough that one day my mother came to visit me, after opening the door, I just collapsed on the floor. She proceeded to call 911 and I got put in the hospital, I was in a coma for a while. But that is no longer my life.
I have to learn to move on from that, though I don't know that I ever really will.
I guess I just need to learn to live my life a day at a time.
It is interesting to see just how life changes, it can change in a split second. Looking back I can see a little of why the things I have gone through were good for me. I can only hope that things will take a turn for the better soon.
