It was magic. I saw you. I heard you.
The rest of my life flashed before my eyes. I couldn't tell, had time stopped? Or was it moving faster than could be comprehended?
But the magic isn't forever. It shows up for moments at a time. The rest is up to us.
There are no instructions. There is no guide. Just two completely imperfect humans, trying to make sense of it.
We have heard the stories. When faced with death a person's entire life flashes before their eyes. No one tells you what it means when you see your entire future.
If ever you figure it out, let me be the first to know.
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Hilary Dane
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Entry #3
Where to begin. I wrote my letter. It was messy and confusing. I feel like the words "messy" and "confusing" sum up every single area in my life at the moment. This process is neither linear or easy. I'm having flashbacks and intrusions of some of the saddest moments of my life. My dogs. I don't understand why they keep coming up or what I'm supposed to do to process them. Do they play a part in the person I am today? I guess it makes sense. I don't know.
By Hilary Dane5 years ago in Psyche
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Step One: Lose a child. Not what anyone wants to happen and nothing you can do to change it, but you can go through steps to becoming happy again. You can go through steps to loving again. You can go through steps to become a new you because after losing a child you will never be the same person you once were.
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