I can't understand how people would hurt other people. I was not there at the Boston Marathon. I decided this year to stay home and not go to the finish line like I always do. I was destroyed by the pain the people endured. Everyone worldwide was affected by the events. I felt selfish in a way for feeling so much sorrow because I was not there first hand. It was like I could relate to all the pain of others. I could not imagine that other people could hurt people. I thought I was the only one that deserved pain and suffering.
My past, which I am so numbed out too, came stumbling back to me a week later. Being locked inside my apartment, the news glaring on the tv, and helicopters circling the sky put me on heightened alert. It was as if I was getting retraumatized over and over again. It was like yesterday that I was molested and physically abused. My suffering was unbearable. I was bed bound for four days and could not get off the couch for the life of me. The dark hole was caving in and taking over my life.
Tragedy strikes so many people every day. I must say that if it was not for the support of everyone in my life, I would not of survived this time. Also, if it was not for all the wonderful people around the world that joined together to help the victims of the bombings, would Boston have been able to stay strong. Thank you to all the supporters thats made a difference in a life!
Boston Strong!!!
-A.N.T.
