17 years ago my sister was taken from me in a road accident, she and her partner both died.
She was (still is, really) my everything.
I spent years battling depression, suicide thankfully though I found a way of coping, it wasn't easy not giving up when days got worse but I fought it.
I miss her so much just like the beginning and there's days when it still feels like the first day.
I was really dealing with it until recent when I found out details of her death, absolutely everything that I grieved over such as the accident, the fine details etc have come to be untrue. I now know the truth about it all and I literally have no one to vent to because I'm the only one that knows this information and I need to protect my family from it because I know it will destroy them.
All the questions I had in the beginning, nightmares, sleepless nights etc are back..
I don't know right now how to process it all as it's much more horrific than I ever knew