and thankful to be today.
I was here, and I still can’t talk or write about it, 6 years later. But I am alive, grateful, and hurting.
I still duck when a plane flies overhead. I still hold my breath when I hear fire trucks. I still look East when I walk past the WTC. I still hate it when people ask me to talk about it.
Because I still have no words.
There’s little I feel I can say, but I appreciate this post.
Take care of yourself… some scars we carry for a lifetime as a reminder of what we have experienced and survived…. YOU are a survivor.