A Short Story: Trauma Is A Stressful Experience

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When the word trauma is used to describe a situation, what feelings are associated with the word? Is it sadness? Pain? Trauma may be identified as a deeply distressing or disturbing experience, but it is not always an ending. I am going to write about my very first love. I rarely talk about it anymore but considering the assignment and much needed release, it seemed like the right topic for me. Do not worry, I will not go into full detail, but just enough to understand how one of the worst things that has ever happened to me, made me find light in such a dark place. I met my dear towards the end of my middle school career, I was heading into my freshman year when I fell head over heels for a boy. I was so young and naive at the time, but …show more content…

We were finally eighteen. Keep in mind, I met this boy when we were only thirteen. That's five years of being a part of each other's lives. Five years of planning, five years of building something invincible, all the while dealing with friends, family, school, and our own battles. Pretty impressive, if I must say. I was starting my freshman year of college, while he was starting his senior year of high school. As the assignments became harder, and the stress became very overwhelming, we started to see how busy our lives were going to be for a while. But, there was nothing we could not handle. With that being true, how does one handle losing their significant other? In November of 2015, I lost my love to an impaired driver, while he was riding his street bike. That day still haunts me. Certain smells, noises, and songs can trigger a memory. Some are good and some are bad, but they are still memories. The memories are definitely what helped me overcome such a life changing experience. I'm here to sum up how I went from hitting rock bottom, to being where I am …show more content…

All I did was go to work and come straight home. I would work 8-10 hours a day to keep myself busy, and avoid being in my bedroom, in my bed, where I sat alone with my emotions. I needed something new, so I decided to try and make new friends, or reach out to those in need. I never really put much effort into making new friends, but I made sure I spent my free time talking to those who needed guidance. I saw a post that everyone kept sharing on Facebook, this young woman lost her significant other as well. I knew it was not my place to message a complete stranger, who just went through something so heart wrenching, but I took a chance. We talked for a few days and I gave her some pointers on how I manage a healthy balance between my mental state and emotions. I will admit it was comforting knowing I could express my pain and sadness to someone who actually understood everything I felt. The day she thanked me, something in me clicked. I felt a sense of hope for myself from helping someone

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