When loss or tragedy strike, it etches the memory deep in our brain. So even though it’s been 20 years since September 11, 2001, many of us remember exactly where we were and what we were doing on that fateful day.
This was my
vacationing in the Bahamas and had just boarded the shuttle bus for the beach.
The driver was trying to tell me that a plane had crashed into a building, but because
of his thick accent I didn’t understand what he meant. He repeated himself
several times, but I still didn’t get it, so he told me I needed to see the
news. He took me to the lobby of the resort which was packed with people staring
at the TV footage of a jetliner crashing into the North Tower of the World
covered with chills. It was difficult at first for all of us to comprehend what
we were witnessing. As we watch another plane hit the South Tower and learned
about the crashes at the Pentagon and in Pennsylvania, no one in the hotel
lobby could move. We could barely even breathe.
I felt overcome with panic… Were we at war? What about all my family and friends at home? Were they safe? Were my animals okay? I was filled with fear which only worsened because I couldn’t get back to them for another 5 days. When my flight finally landed at LAX, it was grounded on the runway for 2 hours because of bomb threats at the airport. I was terrified. I felt as though I was being attacked by someone but couldn’t tell which direction they were coming from.
Most of us were
fortunate that we only watched the shocking events from afar. There really are
no words that fully encompass the tragedy and sadness of that day, but before
continuing here, I want to say my heart still goes out to everyone who lost
family members, friends, co-workers, and acquaintances on 9/11 and during the
events that followed.
Loved Ones Leave Us
Losing people we love is one of the hardest parts about being human, yet it’s something all of us must face from time to time. I always think that the depth of our grief is equivocal to the amount of love we have in our heart for the person (or pet) who passed away.
Most of us
eventually recover—at least to some degree—despite the very rough going at
first. Our anguish diminishes to a certain extent with the passing of time and the
pain somehow becomes less burdensome as our lives move forward.
year something may come up that reminds us again of that sorrow.
anniversary of a tragic event or a loved one’s death can rekindle your
bereavement, even though you thought you’d moved on from it. Birthdays and
holidays as well as places, scenery, or seasons can do this too. Grief is
tricky life that. You can even be affected in more subtle ways, like feeling
fatigued, unmotivated, irritable, or anxious—and not really understand why. But
it’s really normal to feel “off” during such times.
This is so
important! You already have a lot on your plate, so please don’t be self-critical
when you’re feeling out-of-sorts. Instead, try doing these 5 simple things that
can make the time a little easier on you.
All of us
struggle when grappling with painful losses—even if they happened a long time
ago. So when you’re in that place, remind yourself, “this too shall pass.” Because
it will, and there will be brighter days ahead. Down the road when sadness overwhelms you
again, take the time to take care of yourself since that’s when you need it
one would want it that way.
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