A few months ago, a friend of mine died a brutal death. I can fully say I was devastated. On the day I learned of her death, I found it very hard to sleep because my mind was hyperactive and my thoughts were consumed by her. I was in a state of shock. She was only older by a year. The world, my world, and world of others she touched lost such a young and spirited soul.
The first night, I really couldn’t sleep. I remember when I finally slept, I was peaceful. The hardest part throughout the experience is waking up to the truth that everything was real and a dear friend is gone forever. I can’t fully explain how grief devoured me or how misery gobbled my spirit.
I’m not a hypocrite and I can say that the thought of her doesn’t come to mind that frequent as before. But when a thought about her does come into mind, I still feel grief and misery clutching at my heart. It’s not true that time heals. Because if time does heal, then why do I still feel pain sometimes? And, if time does heal, then one thing’s for sure. I still need time; maybe a few months or even years. I don’t know. I’m not even sure it’ll heal.
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