Let it hurt. Let it bleed. Let it heal. And let it go.
– Nikita Gill
2015 ends up to be the loneliest year of my life. It’s a rollercoaster ride of emotional turmoil. It’s the year I cried the most. There has never been a day that I haven’t thought of my mother. There is never a week that I didn’t shed a tear. Anxiety creeps in to distract my solitude. My life is a chaos, with nobody to turn to, even the person I trusted the most.
My mother’s first year death anniversary is coming up soon. This was how my 2015 kicked off last year. Full of anxiety and heartbreak till the end. I even hit my quota of unfair share of tough life on Christmas day.
To heal from the pain of sudden goodbye is a long process. I hope this new year, It will hurt a little less. To let go of what I don’t deserve. To journey and find my own peace and be happy again.
To my beloved mother, whom I dearly missed. I know life has been so unfair with you too, and I thank you for being strong all those times. I’m sorry for letting you down. I miss you.