Bad things happen to good people every day. I hear this saying all the time. I've never really believed it. Not until I was one of the unlucky ones. Now I have to be strong and live my life. Easier said than done. I have to figure out how to be normal again. How to be myself again. Only how do I do that when everything around me feels different? When my home is no longer my home? When my mind doesn't think the way I want it to? When my body doesn't...