Ask me how I’m doing and I will tell you I’m ok.
Ask me again and I will grow silent.
The third time you ask me I will be trying to hold all of my pieces together with duct tape and glue.
By the fourth time you check I will probably be in tears doing what I can to hide it.
I can handle it…I have to handle it because if I can’t or don’t will you be able to?
Honest answer: I’m tired, I’m scared and I keep playing the what ifs over and over.
Honest answer: I wonder what we have done, are supposed to do or are doing to be so lucky AGAIN.
How am I doing….? I’m hanging in there.
Honest answer:
My duct tape and glue keep coming apart…
Honest answer:
I hear a song, see a picture or flash back to the last time we went through something like this and I am scared and so sad and at the same time so grateful.
Honest answer:
I am playing strong for everyone else hoping they can’t see through act because they are struggling so much.
He sees that PTSD effects us both.
I realised yesterday that the first time effected me more than I knew.
When I got his message yesterday it felt like it was happening all over again.
13 years disappeared and I felt everything again. Every stress every sadness,fear and what if along with why?
This time I will talk to someone. This time I know.
How am I doing? I’m good.
I am scared when I can’t see him.
Honest answer:
I will be ok
My thoughts, prayers and positive energy go out to all of those at the navy yard, all of those in building 197, all of their family and all of those who have lost a loved one.