Through hell and back

Many people growing up don’t expect to lose anyone close to them especially a parent or guardian at a young age. I lost my mom to ovarian cancer when I was seven years old. I understood that she was sick but I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that she was dying. What seven year old could? After she passed I became painfully shy and introverted. My grandparents became my legal guardians and raised me. My mom asked them to give me the best life they could. Which they ultimately did. I played sports, performed in plays, and graduated all with their support. When I turned eighteen my grandmmother was diagnosed with osteosarcoma. Another cancer journey except this time I was hands on with everything. She passed two years later. All the things I felt when I was a kid hit me again but 1000x harder. My boyfriend at the time was no help at all. The day of her wake he kissed me goodbye and told me good luck. I crumpled in front of his apartment door and sobbed. I felt like I had been slapped in the face. I made it through her wake and her funeral but I felt like I couldn’t mourn properly because I had to be strong for my grandfather. I slipped back into being shy and not really talking to anyone. I had a friend at the time who I could call when things got to be too much and he would come and sit with me and just let me cry. If it weren’t for him I wouldn’t be telling my story. There were so many times I wamted To give up but he would make me take a step back and actually look at life. the title of this post is through hell and back, I can honestly say 2012-2016 was absolute hell. But 2017-present Have been the best years of my life All thanks to my friend who has now turned to boyfriend.