Three Years Lost in the River of Time | by Nicole Hsing | Medium
If you haven’t read my first piece from two years ago, The One Year War, I recommend doing so before reading this one. This piece stands on its own but the two together are more powerful as a unified body of work. As you have learned, the river of linear time ebbs and flows, but always moves in one direction: forward. Since I became at peace with grief two years ago, I believed I was once more flowing onwards through the time construct. The past behind, the future ahead, the present ever-changing, but the now. I thought my surroundings were ever so still because everything was moving cohesively with me through linear time’s silky streams. Everything was comfortable. Everything was moving at my pace. I was finally moving forward. I was finally moving away from the past. Then, the rapids of reality hit me. I hadn’t moved at all. Not one bit. Two years ago, grief killed me. It became me. So I took myself back and took a piece of grief with me. I gave it a place to rest, to teach, to remin