The first year after the passing of my brother was extremely hard. I felt as if I was floating through a nightmare from which I would never awaken. Everyday, it took the utmost effort to wake up and crawl out of bed. I wished I could just sleep, for that was the only time I did not feel the severe, excruciating pain.
I have been journaling in diaries since I was eleven years old, it has always been a way of expressing my emotions; joy, anger, disappointment and pain. It has also been a way of escaping reality if even, for a moment. This page highlights excerpts from my journals during the first year after losing my brother. I hope it will help some relate to what I was going through and recognize they are not alone in their grieving journey.