I was 11 when I lost my mom to pancreatic cancer. I'm now 18. And I'm still in agony. I'm depressed and it's not seeming to get better. I can't stop thinking about her. She was my best friend and I loved her so much words couldn't comprehend. I loved her. I love her. I still do but how can I love a memory when it rips my heart out all over again?? I feel like everyone has moved on except me. I can't forget.
I don't know where I came up with phrase but I'd always say to her, "my world will end when your heart stops beating" the first time I said it, I was around 9. I guess 9 year old me (who was terrified of losing her parents) was right. Who knew? Not me.
