It’s been 2 years and 2 days since the school shooting. I was one of the first people out to the scene. I’m still traumatized. I’m still heartbroken. Can I just say two years ago, the day of the shooting, my then boyfriend told me to stop talking to him about it because he wasn’t my therapist. I told my boyfriend now that I might be sad for a few days. He said it’s okay that just means he’ll bring me wine and rub my feet. He called me the morning of the anniversary while I was at work to check up on me because he knew what day it was and wanted to make sure I was ok. I love him so much. I prayed everyday for YEARS for a man like him. God really blessed me
sometimes i forget how many times i’ve picked myself off the floor, how many times i’ve washed away smudgy makeup and put myself to bed. how many times i’ve said no to something unhealthy. said yes to something good. how many times i’ve treated myself with kindness and patience. i forget how many times i’ve tended to wounds and made peace with my own anger. if i was taking care of a body that was not my own, i’d believe i was doing everything i could. so here’s to remembering that i’m doing the best i can.
