Pain And Grief Narrative

For as long as I can remember, I've had my whole life planned out ahead of me, from the little things like what I would wear the following day to where I would live once I was older. I had always imagined myself to be great; I wanted to be great. I had a belief that I could do anything I set my mind to, so long as I stayed focused. I continued to believe all of these things right up until that very day...

That day was shattering. I felt like every single detail in my life had taken a turn for the worse. I had no one. No family, no friends... from that day it has just been me. All my dreams came crashing down towards me within such a small amount of time. I never really understood what pain and grief felt like, I barely even knew what it was. The truth is you can never fully experience what it's like until you find yourself with the opportunity of witnessing it first hand. I don’t think I can ever fully recover from that day. The thoughts and sounds continuously play in my mind, over and over again. The pain feels like an opened wound and I'm surrounded by this feeling everyday; I can't help but feel weak, since that day I have carried a mountain of guilt around me, no matter how hard I try to move on I can't. It was just supposed to be a ordinary day, I wasn’t prepared for what was to come. …show more content…
I can vividly recall my father walking into my bedroom and drawing the curtains open. I can remember how perfectly blue the New York sky was as a glisten of sunshine gleamed through the glass windows. I forced my self to get up from my slumber, got ready and headed downstairs. For some reason my mum left the house that morning earlier than usual. That day was the first time ever that my mum wasn’t prepared, she had forgotten to bring a few business drafts along with her to a meeting that she had that day. As we headed towards the car my dad received a text message from her asking him to stop by her work the drop of the