Time

Out of all the things that has helped on this journey, it has been time, time to heal. It can’t be rushed and it is so different for each of us. Healing doesn’t mean I am “over it” or am cured, it just means that I am learning to cope and trying to move forward in this journey, keeping Wesly’s memories by my side.

Time as we know it, seems to fluctuate in speed during this journey as well. In the beginning, it is like we are paralyzed in it, while the world is rushing around us. It feels so slow, like we can never get through the day or even the hour it seems.

Memory for me was affected as well, I lost my ability to recall when I did something. Was it last week or yesterday? My sense of time was distorted, especially the first year. Maybe it was the shock, the trauma, I’m not sure.