It was my sophomore year in high school, I was in the marching band, had a great core group of friends and family, was a good student, was starting to learn how to drive, I was on top of the world, at least so I thought. It was May 19th 2007 around 11 PM, I had just watched the doctors pull the plugs and saw my mother take her last breath of air. This moment changed my life forever. I have never been the same since then, even 8 years later.
This blog post instead of going into all the details of everything that happened that dreaded year I will reflect on a quote that I've been told since that very dark day. Everyone always tells me "Time Heals Wounds" (hence the name of my blog). I disagree with this quote 100%. At first I believed it because I felt as though I had nothing else to believe in. As the years went on I started believing it less and less. Time does not heal wounds it only teaches us how to live and cope with the pain those wounds have brought onto us. I wish the quote was true and that with time it would all just go away, but unfortunately that's not how life works. It's not time that heals the wounds, it's grief, faith and most importantly realization of the truths.
I decided to start writing this blog in hoping that maybe I will be able to help myself cope and deal with some of the pain. If this blog happens to reach anyone else I hope it will be able to help them relate and know they're not alone.
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