This Is Just the First Day

I have been through a number of traumatic events. Today feels like another. Perhaps you know the feeling. The weight of it hits you and you're left gasping for air. Then time passes, and work builds up, and comfort comes, and you forget. But in the middle of activity, while hitting an elevator button or upon seeing somber faces on the bus, or pouring coffee, you remember with a pang to the gut that you haven't healed yet and the original wound the weight left is still there. It's only been one day, but I can already tell that every day that follows for a long time is going to feel this way.