Grieving Monologues
Empowerment of the Grieving
I was being rushed into the hospital. I will never sleep the same again. I can still hear the my brother's screams for help. The face my mom had on when she saw me will stick with me forever. My own sobs of pain. I will never be the same again.
I remember it like it was yesterday. I had just left for school, a smile on my face, my backpack on my back. My brother and I piled in the car, him in the back and me in the driver's seat. I knew something was going to happen. I could feel it in the air. We weren’t five miles from the house when the car hit us. They hit us hard. I knew before they hit us that it was going to be bad.
I could see out of the corner of my eye that my brother was out of the car. He was conscious and getting up. I, on the other hand, couldn't stop staring at my left leg. It had immediately started to swell- I knew it wasn't good. My brother crouched down to ask me if I was okay: I told him I …show more content…
Here I am with a normal life. There are still obstacles but I have overcome a lot of them. After a two years of PT I can walk. I can have a normal life. His words will always chill me but I am starting to move on. He wanted so bad to feel like he had done something to level the playing field. He won. He got what he wanted- to feel like he had power over me and what happened. I still can’t talk about it and I knew I will be traumatized forever but it's better. I still have trouble getting into a car but at least I can get in a car. I could have died in that accident like his daughter did but I didn’t. That's why I think I have never told anyone- because I got to live. He has to wake up every morning as a parent with no kid. It’s hard for me to realize how lucky I know deep down I am. I will still always be scared of him, doctors, and anything medical really. It’s better now though. This accident was a part of my past and I will carry it with me forever, but I am ready to get going on my
I was being rushed into the hospital. I will never sleep the same again. I can still hear the my brother's screams for help. The face my mom had on when she saw me will stick with me forever. My own sobs of pain. I will never be the same again.
I remember it like it was yesterday. I had just left for school, a smile on my face, my backpack on my back. My brother and I piled in the car, him in the back and me in the driver's seat. I knew something was going to happen. I could feel it in the air. We weren’t five miles from the house when the car hit us. They hit us hard. I knew before they hit us that it was going to be bad.
I could see out of the corner of my eye that my brother was out of the car. He was conscious and getting up. I, on the other hand, couldn't stop staring at my left leg. It had immediately started to swell- I knew it wasn't good. My brother crouched down to ask me if I was okay: I told him I …show more content…
Here I am with a normal life. There are still obstacles but I have overcome a lot of them. After a two years of PT I can walk. I can have a normal life. His words will always chill me but I am starting to move on. He wanted so bad to feel like he had done something to level the playing field. He won. He got what he wanted- to feel like he had power over me and what happened. I still can’t talk about it and I knew I will be traumatized forever but it's better. I still have trouble getting into a car but at least I can get in a car. I could have died in that accident like his daughter did but I didn’t. That's why I think I have never told anyone- because I got to live. He has to wake up every morning as a parent with no kid. It’s hard for me to realize how lucky I know deep down I am. I will still always be scared of him, doctors, and anything medical really. It’s better now though. This accident was a part of my past and I will carry it with me forever, but I am ready to get going on my