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Staying Positive
There is a little under a week before the anniversary of my friend’s death. It seems hard to believe that it’s been almost four years already. Sometimes it feels like it was only yesterday. Time seems to go by so fast, and it doesn’t really care if you keep up with it or not.
I’ve been dreading the anniversary, but it hit me the other day, that I really do owe it to her to try and stay positive. I owe it to her to live my life, for the both of us.
So, at the start of month in which she died, I have made the decision to be creative and productive, and while I will grieve, and will always miss her, I know that she would want me to move forward. She wouldn’t want me to spend my entire time being sad. She would want me to write, and to draw, and to create, and this is what I plan to do.
I know it won’t be easy. There are days when I will want nothing more than to curl up in a tiny ball underneath a duvet, and sometimes, I will end up giving in to that, because that’s the nature of depression, but for the most part, I will just get back up and keep on moving.
So, I guess this post is my public declaration that I am going to commit to healing, and to being the person that she would have wanted me to be.
