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Time, Trauma, and Healing: Finding Meaning After My Sister’s Sudden Death
Finding My Path After Loss: How I’m Reframing Time
Two years ago, on March 12th, my world shattered. My sister, also an adoptee from South Korea, died suddenly and tragically from a brain aneurysm and heart attack. In an instant, she was gone, and my life was forever altered.
While grief is a universal experience, the unexpected nature of her death left me reeling, throwing my fears of mortality into stark relief.
I became acutely aware of the preciousness and fragility of time.
Suddenly, thoughts that used to flicker at the edge of my mind are constant companions. What if something happens to me? Will I have enough time to accomplish my goals, to truly make a difference? The anxiety follows me everywhere, a heavy weight on my chest.
The Weight of Time After Trauma
I know I’m not alone in feeling anxious about the limited nature of life. Yet, loss has made this fear feel all-consuming.
Some days, it’s difficult to find joy in the present moment, always anticipating some unseen looming deadline.
I find myself rushing, trying to cram in experiences as if I’m running against a clock that only I can hear.
