![]() OblivionA Story by Kathryn SmithOblivion: 1: The state of being completely forgotten or unknown Are you going to age with grace? Are you going to age without mistakes? Or only to wake and hide your face? She said we are heading into the 5th year since the car crash. The 5th year apparently means I should be just fine and dandy. but I'm not...and apparently that's ridiculous. I've said it before and I'll say it again. No one can understand unless they're in my shoes. I know things could be worse...and I know I'm very lucky with what was saved. but just because I know those things, doesn't mean it's not hard to re adjust.
Floaters. Flashes of yellow. A cats eye. A smaller pupil size. An artificial eye lens. Knowing that I'm most likely going to need more eye surgery in the future. It's been 5 years. There IS NO expiration date for getting over something traumatic. For getting over a loss. My best friend died from terminal cancer 3 years ago, and apparently I should be over that too. I am so ready for the day when I am accepted. Accepted for my size. For the time I'm taking to heal. For the day when it's okay to like who I like. To dream what I want to dream. More than anything I'm ready for the day I'm over the trauma and death. but that takes time. and that's okay. If only more people realized that. When I was on that hospital bed, bleeding, bruised, and broken mentally and physically...I briefly went into the state of oblivion. To this day, even though people think oblivion is negative, I thought it was one of the most beautiful states to be in. I got to be lost not knowing anything for a few minutes. To wake up and wondering where I was and what was happening.. Those were the last minutes of glory. The last minutes before the roughest chapter of my life began. The moments before remembering. © 2015 Kathryn SmithReviews
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