Journal:
It has been two years since that horrible accident that changed my life. Two years of waiting for answers. Waiting to see the rainbow after the storm. They say things get easier with time. That is a lie. I'm still impaciently waiting. Still struggling. Still without a good job. Still waiting for my arm to wake, with little hope it ever will. The damage is permenant. The scars are real. The pain is deep. The nightmare is one you don't wake from.