March,
my life was in shambles. My feelings were distraught, and my mind was in another dimension.
April,
same as before. Grief, pain, misery, anger.
May,
denial. I denied this ever happening to me. How could it happen to me? No way. I’m Latia Jackson.
June,
summer time. I tried to distract myself with people and events around me, but even that didn’t work. Everything and everyone reminded me of him.
July,
I told myself everything was going to be okay. My tears were not consistent thankfully, but I still felt sharpness. I even ran into you on my worst day and I told myself I wouldn’t run.
August,
to get away from it all, I flew away for a bit. I surrounded myself with people who loved me, and I love them.
September,
my birthday month. You’re back in my life and still till this day I don’t know if it was a mistake or a blessing that it happened. But you left, for good.
October,
I was over it. I knew now that since you were gone for good it was time for new beginnings. So, I chopped my hair and got a tattoo.
November and December
they were nothing but smiles and happy moments. Emotional detox cleansings and new faces.
January,
new year new me they say. That was the truth. I vowed to leave all this behind and focus on the real picture, me. No more tears, no more worries, no more what ifs. It took me 9 months to get to where I am, and I was not going to let anything ruin it.