My dad has cancer and passed when I was 11. My grandmother passed within 2 yrs of him. That time in my life was the absolute worst I have ever felt. I would not wish it upon anyone. At this time I also realized that I didn’t have any real friends. It hurt a lot to be in so much pain and have no one to go to. I never realized how traumatic everything was until recently because I never categorized loss of a loved one as trauma. My father was the person who tucked me into bed and read me stories and was always there for me when my mom got mad. He was level-headed, kind, and generous. When he passed, my whole world turned upside down. I didn’t know what to do anymore. I was left with crippling anxiety and depression. I wasn’t diagnosed until a year ago because I didn’t want my mom to worry about me so I never told anyone. It’s been about five years and I still miss him every day. I am proud to say that dealing with his death has made me a stronger person and my anxiety has has lessened ever since I began theatre. Having a passion makes the pain easier to deal with. I try to focus on things I love to make me feel a bit better.
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