So this is kind of a rant so feel free to ignore this but I feel like some people need to hear some of what I’m about to say <3
If you don’t want to hear the story just skip to the bold part lmao
But i hope this helps someone out :]
Ok so, this is really hard for me to open up about bur basically a year ago today, I was on vacation with my mom.
We were having a blast and all of a sudden we got a call from our neighbor
I didn’t think much of it until my mom started hysterically sobbing into the phone.
I didn’t know what was going on for 30 whole minutes, and all I could do was sit by my moms side and wait.
It was kind of like the feeling you get when you’re waiting in a waiting room for someone you know to come out of surgery.
You don’t know what’s happening
You don’t know what could’ve happened
So all you have to do is wait.
So… long story short our house had caught fire and was pretty much nothing but rubble by the time the fire was put out.
It was hard, especially when we weren’t there to deal with it.
It wasn’t fun, that’s for sure.
For months after, we had to build ourselves up from the rubble.
And Im forever grateful I had friends and family to help me along the way
But for the longest time I thought that nothing would ever be the same again
I thought everything wasn’t worth it anymore.
But, with lots of trial and error, we recovered.
We stayed with friends for a few months until my mom and I were financially stable enough to move out.
We got lots of donations from friends, family, and the community
It’s taken us a year, and it may take us more.
But we are getting better.
And that’s what I think some people out there need to hear.
It will take time, and it can be hard to push through until then
Don’t give up on yourself
You are not defined by what has happened to you
You are not defined by what is happening to you
You are not defined by your issues.
Your grief is valid though
But don’t let what’s happened keep you that way
It’s hard, but things work out in one way or another.