It has been hard to feel anything lately. I feel as if I deny myself tears, it means it isn’t real.
Sure, things could be worse with my AMAZING friend/roommate, but not much worse. A stroke at 23 isn’t supposed to happen. And it especially isn’t supposed to happen to a girl with multiple opportunities knocking at her door. Graduation, an amazing internship, and only a month until freedom from her family - but instead she lays in a hospital bed, sedated, unconscious, and away from her family. By family, I mean us - her friends, her roommates, her sisters.
It is so much harder to deal with because we can’t see her. I fear her not hearing us there means we don’t care, or we don’t know.
The apartment is deafening without her running in and out or without her door creaking open or without her loud laughing.
Never thought I would have to deal with something so insane.
It just isn’t supposed to happen.
I don’t pray - but I really wish I had some sort of belief in a higher power, they say it makes things easier, and people believe it heals.
I’d do anything to make her better.
