This very day, 3 years ago my entire life broke into myriad of tiny pieces, impossible to reassemble.
It broke with such a noise that it still haunts me in my darkest nightmares. Few words forming an unspeakable gap.
After several years I can say that time doesn’t heal. And neither do any of the meds, though they make the life bearable a bit.
The only thing that helps is moving forward, adapting, evolving and changing. It hurts like hell and there is no pleasant shortcut, but eventually, through all that pain, it helps. It gives reasons to live, too. Little, tiny reasons like achieving this or that, seeing things, but, when placed together, they provide with some sort of a path. Something else from the void of pain and despair, at least. Not very pleasant, but change.
However, I am grateful for the experience. It taught me a lot of important things. It showed me what the wonderful people my friends are, always having my back.
Life is full of such things. They are called “experience” and are supposed to make you stronger. They also make us appreciate things we took for granted. It reminds that there is no “granted” at all. Enjoy everything you have while you can, because you never know when it will be over.