Darkness. silence. peace.

Those were the three things I felt while I laid dormant in a coma for two years of my life.

Waking up should've been the best thing to ever happen to me, but it had actually become a nightmare of its own. I had no idea who I was, where I was, or why I was recovering from a gunshot wound to my chest that almost killed me.
Nothing made sense, and every time I tried to focus on something to help me figure out what brought me to that hospital bed, I was hit with another roadblock that kept me from moving forward.

It wasn't until I saw a strange but familiar face in one of my dreams that the threads of my past started to unravel. Tying them all back together wasn't going to be easy, but I was determined to connect the dots, reconstructing the tangled web of my past that my body wanted me to suppress until all the connections were made.

But sometimes loose ends should stay frayed and broken, because connecting all the dots can lead you to more heartbreak than answers.