I lost a 20-year old cousin to an overdose, but I’ve never experienced anything like this. She writes a very honest (sometimes painfully so) account of what it’s like to learn how to live a new normal.
It’s a sad thing to watch time move on. Today marks 2 months since Emily passed away. I went from counting the days to counting weeks and months since her death. And there will be a day when I’ll start counting the years, like I’ve begun to do with my dad.
There is something marginally healing about time, but there’s also a sadness to it. I don’t believe time heals all wounds. My experience with it has shown that time simply gives us minutes, hours, and days to come to grips with grief, loss, tragedy, etc. But, the pain of all of that is still there. Time simply gives you the minutes to learn how to weave that pain into your new normal. It also introduces more sadness. Time moves life forward. We go back to work. We make plans with friends. We resume our exercise schedules, our grocery shopping…
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