Life After Tragedy
This is my first entry on a blog. I don't know if anyone will see this, and right now, I don't know if I want anyone to see it. Although, I do like that there is a chance that someone going through just the same thing I am will see this, and maybe it will help? I have always been a writer. I loved writing in elementary school, and used to tell stories to friends at sleepovers. Through high school and college, I am not sure how I would have survived without writing. In February, one of my closest friends decided to end his life. I spent months not being able to write, not being able to journal. Feeling everything intensely, while feeling nothing at the same time. Having so much to say, but not wanting to say any of it because of the chance that this tragedy would become reality once I began writing about it. Then things began to pour out. I had changed the way that I journalled about a year and a half ago. I used to write about day to day things. About "huge" events i...