Overcoming the loss of my family and positivity
My name is Samantha. I am Catholic and have attended private school all of my life. When I was 6 years old, my entire family (my mom, dad, two brothers and sister) and I were in a car accident. That day I watched my father die.
That day I lost more than a piece of me. I lost my innocence, my positive outlook on life. It’s like someone was trying to teach me a lesson about how unfair life could be to you. Along with losing my father that day, I developed post-traumatic stress disorder. This involved flashbacks of the accident, screaming nightmares and a deep depression. I felt so alone and developed trust issues. It affected all the relationships I ever had; it took a toll on all of them. The worst part about it was feeling like God had abandoned me. At one point, I decided to give up on Him because he had certainly given up on me.
My PTSD hit its hardest during my freshman year of high school. There was one thing that helped me, talking to my friend Lawrence. With him, I didn’t have to pretend like I was okay all the time. Whenever I had a flashback or a nightmare, no matter what time, he’d always answer my call and calm me down. After I came to terms with losing my father, almost eight years later, I started gaining my faith back. A story called “Footprints in the Sand” really helped me too. I realized that I hadn’t done anything to deserve losing my father. I also realized how strong I was in the face of all my pain.
There’s nothing like losing someone. But I promise you, it gets better. You find out what type of person you are when faced with an impossible situation. Just remember, your friends are there for you and you can get through this.