muretax
Alien
- Nov 13, 2018
- 81
For my whole life, I've preached the mantra, "everything happens for a reason." My original plan was to go out at the end of 2018 but I came to the conclusion that I haven't exhausted all of my options. I was at least going to move out of the toxic house I was in and move back in with my father and give myself an actual chance to improve my life. If all fails, then I have suicide. All was well the first few months of me living with my dad, I felt less weight on my shoulders, less stressed out. I was finally starting to feel better and making plans to improve my future.
June 4 I woke up to my dad banging. I went to go check up on him, he was supposed to be at work an hour ago. I find him on the kitchen floor, one look at him and I could tell he was having a stroke. Long story short, my dad suffered from a hemorrhagic stroke (bleeding in the brain) and shortly after that we learned he was also in stage 4 metastatic lung cancer. Metastatic means it was spreading. It was also found in his neck, shoulder, and surrounding lymph nodes. The last three weeks of my dad's life, he was unable to talk and had little writing skills. It was just enough for us to make out what he was trying to say. June 29th, 3:13am my dad took his last breath. I have been an absolute wreck and completely numb since.
I lost my love last May.
I lost my dad this June.
I don't know if I believe that mantra anymore and I have absolutely no idea how to fill this void.
Tell me, do you believe everything happens for a reason?
June 4 I woke up to my dad banging. I went to go check up on him, he was supposed to be at work an hour ago. I find him on the kitchen floor, one look at him and I could tell he was having a stroke. Long story short, my dad suffered from a hemorrhagic stroke (bleeding in the brain) and shortly after that we learned he was also in stage 4 metastatic lung cancer. Metastatic means it was spreading. It was also found in his neck, shoulder, and surrounding lymph nodes. The last three weeks of my dad's life, he was unable to talk and had little writing skills. It was just enough for us to make out what he was trying to say. June 29th, 3:13am my dad took his last breath. I have been an absolute wreck and completely numb since.
I lost my love last May.
I lost my dad this June.
I don't know if I believe that mantra anymore and I have absolutely no idea how to fill this void.
Tell me, do you believe everything happens for a reason?