Breathe, it's okay.
A year ago today...
365 days ago today...
I believe I was sitting next to my mothers hospital bed
Watching her breathe through a tube.
I was only a junior then, my mother had been there with me through everything
Now to see her lying there. so hopeless
Lifeless.
I was always taught to put my faith in God whenever times got a little rough
But where was God at now?
Why did it feel like I lived in a black hole?
7 days.
I watched her lifeless body lay there for 7 days.
Family would come and go but the apin never seemed to leave...
It slowly became my best friend.
I wrote my feelings down in this litle journal
'Cause it was too awkward to talk about the situation at hand
Too awkward to cry in front of everyone
Too awkaward to even let a smile slip from my face
Hearing doctors say "not many people live after something like this happens" is hard.
Like, very hard.
No one understood how hard it was for me to act like I'm okay.
As if I was numb to the pain.
When her eyes finally opened
It felt as if the weight of the world was finally off my shoulders...
I could finally breathe again
After all this time
My rock was back.
I could finally cry.
This time, not because I was sad
But because I could finally
Breathe again.