Chapter Twelve - Healing in a Van
I've been mulling over memories. Memories from the worst week of my life. Struggling to come to terms with the fact my family who I had envisioned always being together had instead been ripped apart, I was gradually spending less and less time with my younger brothers. I was nineteen years old and still reeling emotionally from my parents' divorce and combating a fresh wave of disillusionment. Then, still raw from my own struggles, I staggered through tragedy after tragedy over a short and bitter two week span. In that brief fortnight alone I suffered the loss of a friend, then the death of a friend and role model, an abrupt and unsettling proposal of marriage, a new job, then several days aiding a close family whose house had been burnt down, and witnessed the fights that led up to and the separation of some close family friends, and finally cussed out under false accusation. Near the end of that time, I was carpooling back ...