Life stopped standing still for me. It was like time was being put on fast-forwarded. After I stopped looking forward to things, stopped wanting to do things they came flying full force at me and I had no clue what to do.
After Zach’s death I was devastated. When I wasn’t crying, I was asleep, and when I would wake up I went running. I never knew where I was going but every path I took led me to the same place: His front door. Each time I got there I would collapse in sobs, soaking the welcome mat each time.
But to really morn and grieve the loss of my best friend, to wrap my head around what really happened over the past six months my therapist thought it would be productive to write down and recall everything I could possibly remember. So that I could analyze and come to a realization of something I fought so hard not to believe.
