Closing my eyes became a fear.
I couldn't sleep. I can never sleep. Not since the accident. I close my eyes and I see the car on fire, the hospital bed, my dad in a coffin. It was months of no sleep. Then I went to see a counselor. I didn't think he'd help, but he did. Three years later, now, I can sleep again. The memories are still there. it still hurts, it will always hurt, I know. But now I can dream again. Dream of a life beyond the accident.
I can dream about my future.
Interesting picture choice.
ReplyDeleteI like what you did with this--moving from a place of fear and pain to a place of rebirth and hope in a matter of sentences...
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