I don't know what to write.

[kellinator]

I'm tired and emotionally drained. And very, very sad. And most of the people I've run into today don't seem to understand why I'm so sad. After all, it's not like I had family or friends in New York. What's wrong with me?

Well, I can't explain it, and I don't really want to explain it. But my reaction is just as valid as everyone else's. And the fact that I'm acting this way doesn't necessarily mean there's anything wrong with me.

I just don't want to think about what comes next.

Comments

[morven.livejournal.com]

I too am very upset by this. There is very much a sense of "the innocence is gone", besides the initial obvious despair over the loss of life, and a searching for our place amongst it all.

Sensitivity is just as much a gift as coping, and if we can do both it's even better.

Best wishes
Amy