Letter from B.A

“I am not the only one in this world who has had bad things happen to them. There are people far worse off than I am. And there are people better off than both of us. It’s been fifteen years and I still struggle with my mother’s death…if I’m honest, I don’t think I’ve truly begun to recover from my dads. It’s hard.

But you know what gets me through every day? My family…my friends. The amazing people we have in our lives that step up to the plate when I’m feeling down, when I need to mourn; they’re there to stop me before I do something stupid, and they’re there when I can’t take care of myself. I lean on them when I need to…and it makes it a little easier to get by.

It’d be so easy for me to fall into the trap of pitying myself. Being sad is a lot easier than being happy, especially when the bad things keep happening. But good happens too, even though it’s not always as significant. It’s what I focus on. It’s what you need to focus on.”


“I don’t know how to move on from this.”

“Time. We let time take care of things…we don’t rush through it, we don’t try and change it…we just let it happen.”


“And you?”


“I deal. I remember that if you hadn’t done what you did, I’d be dead. Life isn’t easy, I’ll have some nightmares, sure… but I’ll push through. And I’m thankful to have all of you guys here to help me with that. Time heals all wounds, after all.”