Lia Cor

The grief I carry

I was 19 when my health declined. I was a child. I had no sense of what or who I wanted to be. I thought I had my whole life ahead of me. I thought I’d already experienced the worst thing I’d experience in my life, but my every day is now the absolute worst. My life was ripped out from under me before I had the chance to figure out my hopes and dreams. I lost my future before I even built it. I didn’t have the chance to build up my dreams and find my passions and have them be shattered. They were robbed from me before I got to even name them. I never got to “figure out who I want to be”… I was left to figured out how to survive in a body that makes my life absolutely miserable. I’m stuck forever grieving all the versions of me that I thought were possible, but will no longer see.