Yesterday I lost a bracelet. The same bracelet that our friend made after Kyle committed suicide. Th
Yesterday I lost a bracelet. The same bracelet that our friend made after Kyle committed suicide. The same bracelet that was inscribed with the phrase we all used to say to each other. The same bracelet that for some reason, has spent the last few months being an anchor for me. I lost that bracelet. And suddenly it felt like the world was crumbling. It’s been months. Months since I found out what happened to you. Months since you took your own life. Months since I was able to text you, talk with you, imagine any sort of anything with you. Months since we talked about your best friend, who also took his life. I thought I was doing ok. I thought I had gotten past the worst of it and had moved on. And yet I tore my house apart, my car, my purse, even went back to the office to see if it was there. And this whole time there was this panic bubbling up inside of me. This hysteria that I’d never felt before, and would never be able to put in to words. It was like the little box I’d filed you away in was pushing it’s way back to the front of my mind. I miss you, and on days like today, I don’t know what to do about it. -- source link