A year ago today, I experienced the worst mental breakdown/ panic attack I've ever had in my life. Tomorrow, December 10, is the 16th anniversary of my father's death. I was so young, I never got to truly mourn for my father. After my attack, which caused for me to get hospitalized, has shed some light to my stage of mourning. Moving on and accepting.
Every year, something always happened. I would have sorts of anxiety attacks or even have this rash when I get really emotional. So far this year, it's just flashbacks. I've only cried for one night. That is so much progress for me.
I have one more piece to do to finish that phase of my life. And it's going to be much more personal than this one. Considering that my father died a few hours before my birthday. So my 6th birthday consisted of my 3 sisters and I at the funeral home. Confused. Scared. People crying, people whispering, some angry and some sad and wailing. While people awkwardly hugging me telling me they were sorry. And telling me "Happy Birthday."