Monday, January 17, 2011

After the Earthquake

I feel like I have post traumatic stress disorder.  Like all the hard things that have happened since are horrific aftershocks that bring me screaming back to that moment in the NICU when I started to shake.  The moment I started to realize that it was over.  The first moment I ever truly thought that there might not be a God, that we might all just be on our own down here.  I was 22 years old.  22!  And not a mature-for-my-age 22.  A very young 22.  Now I feel 40.  At least.

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