Day of Passing

One year ago, I survived a horrific car accident that nearly took my life. I clawed my way back from the brink of nothingness.

In three days, I’ll mark the anniversary of that event—the day everything changed.

My mind struggles, my jaw is crooked and barely functional, and my face and mouth are numb. I’m homeless, broke, and have lost people who once meant the world to me.

Sometimes, a little voice whispers that I should give up and return to the void.

But you know what? That voice can go to hell.

I’m not finished yet.